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  1. Ugh! Made it home but got too into my TV show and rewet my jeans and boots!
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  2. She tries to set up a story and shoots the clip on her phone. Great video, you won't be disappointed! Video (23).mp4
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  3. WIP Working on that Inkling girl comic
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  4. Request 028

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's the request I did for @Tsuchigumo550! I'm not accepting any more new request suggestions, but I am taking commissions. If you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here! I've lowered my prices, and the new prices are listed a few posts into the thread! 😃 --- Pride and confidence make for a deadly combination! Perhaps she should have thought about that before mocking her friends for needing to pull over on their way to that concert last March... She laughed and took verbal jabs at them while they squatted, bare-assed, at the side of the car and gushed into the gravel on the shoulder of the highway. Of course, she remained seated, because she could "hold it like an adult." Maybe it was the fact that they were already running late... But in her carelessness she may have pushed her friends a little too far. From then on, whenever one of them mentioned that they needed the bathroom, she'd tell them to just "use the ground, like they did on the way to the concert!" It finally boiled over when she couldn't bring herself to give up the taunting even when her best friend was having a dire emergency during finals. "You have the biggest bladder? Prove it!" The challenge was set. She'd drink three tall bottles of whatever her friends chose and be forced to hold it for an hour per bottle! A bit of concern set in when she saw what her friends had brought her: three bottles of peach tea measuring a liter each... She was to drink an entire bottle within the first fifteen minutes of each of the three hours. Then, she was to remain seated. She could cross her legs, but hands were not allowed... and neither was complaining. (Why would her friends allow it after she had so mercilessly mocked them, anyway?) It would be... accurate... to say that her confidence had already melted at the end of the first hour. Already unable to sit still, she had to then pound down the second bottle... And the third would sit there, awaiting its turn to be imbibed, filtered out of her blood, and pushed into her swollen, quivering bladder. By the time the second hour ticked over, she was in agony. Her kidneys seemed to be working in overdrive, like faucets left on full blast. 'No hands' meant she couldn't undo the button on her shorts. Her willpower and clamped thighs were the only thing that kept her from becoming an unseemly water feature. At this time, she had an awareness of her pee hole that she never thought possible... and the lighting bolts of severe desperation told her that, no matter how embarrassed she was... no matter how much she'd eat her words if she peed herself, it would be her body, not her, that made the decision...
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  5. Ever wonder how cheerleaders go through an entire game without going to the bathroom? In this video Alisha and Sosha reveal their secret and (spoiler alert) it’s diapers. We join Alisha and Sosha as the arrive home after a big game. Still wearing their cheer uniforms, they are discussing how many times they peed in their diapers during the game. Quickly, the discussion morphs into an argument, with each girl insisting that they peed more than the other one. To settle the content, they end up feeling each other’s soaked diapers before taking them off and comparing them.
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  6. A cute picture of Yuka I paid Biku for so he no longer had to eat Guinea Pigs.
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  7. I think it is 😞 too bad she is a sea chickens fan
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  8. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
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  9. oh god ok here we go. ive been wanting to make a thread for my art since 2017 but i only really draw sketches? um . anyways ive been on a roll for drawing uh. well. it's my fan design for paul from p*tscop (censoring so this shit doesnt come up when you search it anywhere LMFAO) i am just simply gay yknow. i have a comic of him too that i made thats pretty shitty... lmao before u ask hes a trans man so dont like. be weird abt the fact he has boobs. who cares ok. anyways i plan on updating this thread more (mostly w this guy) and maybe? upload my art for a character from an extremely niche webtoon i adore to death lol..! i got art for a character from an obscure indie game too. idk if anyone would want to see that but like. yea. anyways thanks for coming have a nice day
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  10. A few months ago, on a Friday night, I was taking it easy because I had to work in the morning. So my girlfriend Maddie asked me if I minded DDing for her and her friends. Dropping them off at the bar and then picking them up. Of course, I told her I would. Now, I did this for two reasons. One, because I love her and two, because she had very very attractive friends. They arrived at our house. Maddie told them they could sleep here and drive home in the morning. Now, we had gone out plenty of times together. I had DD’d for them plenty of times. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, but as I would soon find out, tonight was not to be a night for the ordinary. The girls all arrived at our place. 5 of them in all, including Maddie. There was Caitlyn, a 25 year old teacher, engaged to a very lucky man. She was a blonde, and gorgeous. She had D cups and a tight body. Caitlyn was wearing a pair of light jeans and a white shirt that showed off her chest. She could have been a Playboy Bunny with her looks. There was Brittney, another blonde, she was 24, worked at the local DMV. She was single and had a perfect ass she was wearing heals and a pair of sexy white capris. Next was Adriana who was 23. A taller brunette from a rich family. She had the biggest boobs of all the girls, working in sales at her dads successful electronic supplies and repairs company. She was wearing flats, a pair of tight light blue jeans and a white strapless top, I also noticed she had on a pink G string. Finally there was Malyssa, a 25 year old red head, she was a cutie. She worked as a nurse. She was married and had a little daughter. She was wearing a red romper and sexy high heels. For what it’s worth, Maddie, my girl, is a brunette who was 26. Maddie had C cups and an ass that I loved. Big, but not too big, and tan skin. She also worked as a nurse. I dropped them off and a little before bar close, they call me for a ride. The drive from the bar to our house is about 25 minutes. I arrived and they all climbed in, including a 6th girl, Gaby, one of Maddie’s work friends. “Gaby needs a ride. She’s going to sleep at the house” she told me. “Uh ok” I responded. I was running out of room in the car but Maddie is the boss. I didn’t know much about Gaby besides that she was a nurse and she was hot. Of Asian complexion too. She was wearing a sexy skirt. I caught a glimpse of her yellow panties as she climbed in the car. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then Adriana spoke up. “I spent the entire end of the night flirting with that guy. I got his number but oh my god I have to piss like crazy” “Me too” Caitlyn said, emphasizing that her hands were placed tightly on her crotch for that reason. “I only peed once all night because of this stupid romper” she said “now I’m paying the price” “Yeah babe hurry up or I’m gonna wet the car” Maddie said “Does everyone have to go?” I asked Pretty much, they all concurred. “With my small ass bladder I always have to pee” Gaby announced “Well I will do my best ladies” I assured About 10 minutes later, we were almost home. “Oh my gosh” Caitlyn said “my eyes are watering” “I pissed the bed the night of Malyssa’s wedding” Adriana said “I had a guy with me too. That sucked” “I peed my pants like a month ago at my sister in laws bachelorette party” Caitlyn said “this is worse” “I did at work like less than a year ago, remember that Gab?” Said Maddie. “This one had to bring me new pants like I was a kid at school” she said, referring to me and laughing “None of you have had kids. Wait until your 6 months pregnant. I peed myself weekly” Malyssa said “We need to stop talking about it because I’m barely holding on” Brittney announced to the group. “Almost home” I told them. But then, I saw the unmistakable light of a police car. “Oh fuck” said Brittney. The officer approached my car “Good evening sir. Can I just see your license?” I complied. “We have been getting complaints of speed and possibly intoxicated drivers on this road tonight. Just making sure this car had a sober driver” “Yep” I said “this is my girlfriend. I was told I was to be the DD tonight for their girls night” I said lightheartedly “I’ve been married 23 years, sir. Trust me I know how it goes” he laughed back. “Well thank you for your cooperation and for having a sober driver. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you all have a wonderful night” As I pulled away, I looked it the rear view mirror. “How is everyone doing” I asked “That was really scary” Brittney said, almost in tears. “Like too scary” she said as she removed her hands to reveal the large wet spot on her crotch “Oh my goodness you did not” Maddie said as she began to laugh hysterically. I knew what was next. “I’m peeing!” She said in between laughs as she grabbed my arm “I can’t stop! I’m peeing. I’m peeing!” She said, through a fit of laughter. “I’m going too” announced Adriana. “No way I was making it anyways. I didn’t want to feel left out.” Meanwhile, I could see Caitlyn’s eyes literally watering. “I dribbled a little while laughing” Malyssa said “Please hurry” begged Caitlyn as she leaned up to rest her head on my shoulder seductively “If I move my hands I’m literally going to wet myself” Gaby proclaimed. We pulled in the driveway and the girls got out. Maddie, Adriana, and Brittney, all sporting dark wet patches around their crotches, down their legs, and up around their butts, by this point, laughing about it. Gaby jumped out and threw her panties down and unleashed her pent up urine right in the driveway “ahhhh thank god im wearing a skirt” she said as I starred at the piss shooting out of her perfect, bald vagina. I then felt an elbow “You can put your tongue back in your mouth” Maddie said I turned to see Caitlyn standing on the porch, frozen with her legs spread as a dark streak expanded down both her pant legs. “Ohhh fuck” she said almost in tears “Hurry up and unlock it!” Malyssa yelled “or I’ll be next”. I unlocked the door and Malyssa bolted upstairs. I could hear her sigh with relief as she reached the bathroom. Behind me, the 4 wet girls and Gaby, waddled in. Maddie walking gingerly, Caitlyn with her legs spread wide, and Brittney, normally like she’d done it all before. Then Adriana came walking in, pants and panties in hand, bottomless and fully exposed. “Whatever you’ve all seen me naked before anyways” she said. “Not me” I reminded her. “Well now you have!” She said with a smile as I gazed at her nice ass and hairless pussy. “That’s a good idea actually” Maddie said “I don’t want to track piss through the house. Take your pants off. I’ll go up and get us some shorts.” Maddie said, peeling off her wet pants and her soaked white thong. Revealing her tan legs, smooth, bald pussy and the ass of a goddess. Next I saw Caitlyn shamelessly undress, and she was a sight to see. Her smooth shaved vag, glistening with the wetness of the puss she had just unleashed in her pants. She had been wearing a purple thong. Soon, I was amazed, as if I was in a dream as Brittney, Adriana, Caitlyn and Gaby stood before me, bottoms completely exposed. 4 hairless, bald vaginas, wet with piss, standing in my house. I grabbed a hamper. “Here you go ladies. Throw everything in here, Mad will put them in the dryer” I told them Caitlyn walked up shyly and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for your help and for not being mad” she said. Adriana kisses me on the lips “yeah we appreciate it” “I feel bad that i pissed myself in your car so, here you go” Brittney said, lifting her shirt to show me her tits. “I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time” Stated Gaby. Standing there holding her yellow thong in hand. End Chapter one
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  11. I've restored the notification icon to its more pronounced red background so it should be more noticeable again.
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  12. Arrived at work and went to tbe restroom to check my diaper before going to my desk. My diaper is damp, 🙂
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  13. chat partner wanted me to post here. you’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP! You both like omorashi. Stranger: Hi You: Hi. Asl Stranger: 20 F Brasil Stranger: u? You: M22. USA. Holding? Stranger: yep.you holding? You: Not right now. How bad? Stranger: 6/10,is not to bad You: Wearing? Stranger: just my bra and my panties You: Try some tight jeans Stranger: ok,just wait just a second Stranger: now i am wearing,so..whats your name? You: Mil. U? Stranger: Jessica Stranger: nice to meet you You: Likewise. While I’m ok with chat, if your interested we can switch to video. I have skype and discord Stranger: i dont feel comfortable in vids..so lets just talk...sorry You: Ok. Stranger: so,how your start to like of omorashi? You: Seeing a friend lose it in middle school. U? Stranger: is a long story,but basicaly i was peed myself in a horror movie in my house with my boyfried by my side You: Care to elaborate? Stranger: ? You: Tell the long story with more details Stranger: if you tell your story first You: You: Stranger: bitch You: You: You: Then she lot it. You: Lost You: Stranger: do you have a cont? You: Cont? Stranger: i dont know the name in inglish,but you are login there? You: Helloworldiwea You: you? Stranger: i will tell,but can you wait a little,i gonna fill my bottla You: K Stranger: bottle You: Ok Stranger: i back,sorry for take to long You: It’s ok Stranger: and,probabely my story will take a long time too because my english and my net...so dont have so munch hope if this story will be good..ok? You: First your username on omo org? Stranger: i dont have,but soon i will have You: Ok. The. I’m ready for your story. Follow me on the site when you get the account 🙂 Stranger: ok sir Stranger: i was have a boy who loves horros movie,so he always say for me see hallowin or friday 13 with him,and he wants to i see all the details....so sometimes i cant go to the toilet until the movies ends Stranger: one day we start to see all the movies of saw,but i just haves can go between the movies..who for someone with my bladder sometimes this is hard to do...so before we start to see the 2,i was go to the toiler...but in the middle of him i was need again...so i hold and continuos to drink my big soda Stranger: whens ends i was go to the toilet and we start to see the 3...but in the begin of the movie i start to need...so in the middle i was crossing my legs and one hand on my groin..when was near of the end i feel a little exit...i say for him pause the movie for i go...but he just say for me hold more 15 minutes Stranger: i think in 5 minutes later i was very desperation...i was leaking until show in my shorts,so i beg for him pause the movie in all my desperation...for he see all my desperation he pause and say for me go ( thanks for go)..but it was very late..i pee with all my strengh on the sofa,i just cant move and continuos peeing in my beutifull sofa all the relief,was so munch good...when ends he apologized and says he gonna pause every movie we gonna see,after a shower i start to search this on the net..and after 2 days...i find omorashi.org You: Cool. How old were u? Stranger: 21 You: Had any accidents since? You: I thought you were only 20? Stranger: just for see if you was paying attention,this was happend 3 mouth before Stranger: so,do you like of my story? You: Yes You: how bad do you have to go now? Stranger: 8/10,all the water what i was to fill before the story starts to come in my bladder You: You’re getting there You: are you dancing? Stranger: yep You: How much? Stranger: i trying not to dance to munch...but is getting more harder You: Have you ever seen any of your female friends have an accident before? Stranger: No,unhappy...but one day i see one of my friend crossing her legs You: Do you know why she was unable to go before? Stranger: no,i dont have idea Stranger: and basicaly i just see this..sorry You: It’s ok. Have you had any other “accidents” in last three months? Stranger: ....maybe yes...,maybe no...what do you think You: I think yes Stranger: you are wrong Stranger: just kidding Stranger: look,is getting a little bad now,can i go before i have a acident? You: Isn’t that the point? Stranger: yes,but can i go master? You: No you can’t. Drink some more water. You can also massage yourself as a reward Stranger: ok,just wait a second You: K You: How’s the massaging going? Stranger: i back,i almost leak You: But you didn’t, right? Stranger: yeah,i am a good girl..i just gonna leak if you say for me You: Good. Then you only have to do five squats—not fifteen Stranger: ok..i gonna try Stranger: i back,no leaks yet..i dont know how You: Good job. Half a cup of water instead of two cups Stranger: right sir,wait a little You: K Stranger: i back You: How was the trip Stranger: was a torture see the sink on,if my legs and my hand was not cross and in my groin,i was will have a leak You: Then you’re getting there. Put some towels on the floor and make sure to even them out Stranger: right sir You: Tell me when done Stranger: done You: How are the towels? Any wrinkles? Stranger: no more my sir You: Any leaks? Stranger: maybe,if i take off my jeans i will see if i have You: Do you feel any leaks? Stranger: pls,can i take off? Stranger: yes,sorry master You: No you must leave them on. For even daring to ask, two more water glasses Stranger: i gonna pop...but ok my master...i desert this punish You: Yes you do. And no holding yourself either Stranger: made...nothing come out...but pls master...PLEASE,let me hold myself Stranger: if i dont do this i gonna wet myself You: Fine Stranger: THANKS Stranger: now,for this i gonna drink my bottle You: Let me know when done Stranger: done,if i drink more i gonna explose Stranger: i have to go so bad...can i..take off? this made everything more hard You: No Stranger: PLS MASTER PLS You: Drink another bottle of water for asking again! Stranger: i end my bottle...now,i have another leak...SORRY Stranger: i am so full You: Is the leak visible? Stranger: no,is not visible You: Good. You: Describe your dancing Stranger: FUCK,WHY THIS HAPPENING NOW,i have to made something,i be right back You: Make what? Stranger: i back,the door and a neighbor Stranger: sorry,but now is visible Stranger: i gonna lost very soon You: Did the neighbor notice? Stranger: yes,was so munch compelling You: What did they say? Stranger: i lie saying i let water fall in my pants...i dont know if they believe Stranger: pls master,i gonna wet myself...pls let me go Stranger: i cant hold anymore You: Are you sure? Stranger: yes,if going dow on a ladder made me leak.. Stranger: pls master...PLS You: Sit down on the towels Stranger: MADE You: ? Stranger: I AM SIT,WHAT NOW You: Just wait until you pee Stranger: another leak You: You’ll keep leaking Stranger: i am peeing Stranger: sorry You: How does it feel? Stranger: is so amazing,i just want to have fun now..if you undestand me You: Yes, I do. I hope at some point you’ll add pics to omorashi.org. Don’t forget to follow me helloworldiwea Stranger: ok,i will..look..can you put this chat on the site pls.. Stranger: i will lose this pc,so i cant put this..so..can you? You: Yes Stranger: thanks
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  14. Yeah, its one one of mine. It's ok. This clip never got watermarked, so I can't fault anyone for not knowing where it came from. I'm also alright with it staying here, you don't need to take it down. I am glad you enjoyed the video so much that you wanted to share it with everyone. Maybe, someday in the future, you might consider an HD Wetting membership? We have lots of other nice vids.
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  15. A couple of weekends ago, I was out for dinner with friends. It wasn't especially fancy, just a casual catchup in a pub on a Saturday, before everywhere went crazy with Christmas parties. Once we'd sat down, the the person to my left asked me what I'd been up that day. I replied, with all the nonchalance I could, that I'd not done very much, really, just run a few errands, you know, been to the gym. Yep, here I am, bragging about exercise on the internet. But hear me out.. Firstly, I am not a regular gym goer. I go there so infrequently that when I do, I have to write my access code down on the back of my hand. Secondly, I've spent a while deciding which experience to share first. I've always enjoyed exploring desperation, and all the rest, and I've written a few of my experiments down, over time, and more so this past year. Having decided to take the plunge and share some of them, I was in a real bind as to what to begin with. Something typical? Daring? Formative, revelatory? Trapped by indecision, I decided to keep it simple : I'd share my most recent one. The drawback is , apart from making me sound like a smug gym goer, it also makes me sound a lot more daring and transgressive than I really am. The story itself is quite embarrassing for me, but that seems to be part of this whole thing, sometimes. So anyway, it's an outlier, but it was fun, in the end, and I've resolved to just go with it. As I say, I'm not exactly a regular at my gym. I'd been doing a little (very slow) running over summer and I'd felt better for it, and as things got colder and darker, and my enthusiasm for hitting the pavements quickly shrank, I resolved to try and use the gym more, instead, over winter. I liked being outdoors in the summer, but I've always found gyms a little dull by comparison, something of a chore. On Friday I had a couple of drinks after work, before the train home. I pulled my usual trick of skipping the loo trip before heading to the station, and the journey home felt slow. I was twitchy, distracted, a little throbby. The jolts of the train as it dragged its way to my stop were unpleasant, and I found myself clenching in anticipation every time it rounded a bend, or pulled in to a station. I power walked home, via the shop for wine and pizza, and after a sweary fumble with my keys at the door (I managed not to leak, but I was certainly shaky) I thundered through the house to the bathroom, where I gasped with relief, peeing before I'd even say down properly. Waiting for the oven to heat up, I decided I would definitely make tomorrow my first gym day of the winter. I set an alarm on my phone, and settled in for a lazy evening. When my alarm went the next day I was less than happy. I dragged myself up, had a lazy breakfast , fresh coffee, and listened to a record. It was a dreary drizzly day, and I was reluctant to leave the warmth of my dressing gown and get moving. Eventually, realising it was getting close to lunchtime (I can't concentrate on anything when I'm hungry), I resolved to get moving. I showered, used the bathroom like a sensible person, and began to get my things ready. I was feeling a little sluggish, and procrastinating, perhaps, I allowed myself a big mug of tea while I packed my bag. Making tea, I realised I didn't have much by way of lunch in the house, and I debated delaying my trip in order to buy some supplies. But I knew I was making excuses, so I decided to head to the shops after my session, reward myself with something good. That meant I'd prefer to shower at the gym (I get really self-conscious at the idea of meeting people I know when I'm a sweaty mess. It's silly, I know – there's nothing wrong with fresh sweat, and I never mind it on others, but what can I say?) So I packed a towel, a change of clothes, and all the bits. I decided I'd tie my hair up, have a quick shower there, and wash my hair properly when I got back. Having packed my things, I dug out a water bottle, filled it up. I remembered you're supposed to be hydrated before exercise, and my diet of coffee and tea so far probably wasn't ideal, so I forced myself to drink - slowly- a whole bottle before I went out, then refilled it and promised myself I'd sip more on the way there. As I was putting my trainers on I felt a bit of an urge to pee, but I decided to skip it, and in fact, I was determined to not go until after my workout. I like to add tension to boring jobs, so I'd decided to reward myself with the thrill of release once I'd finished my session. I walked purposefullly up the slight hill to the gym, feeling pleased that I'd managed to overcome my cozy Saturday vibe and get out there. I was about halfway there when I remembered I was supposed to be hydrating. The bottle was in my bag, and I waited until I reached a quite spot to dig it out, took a few quick slurps. I also fussed around a bit with my clothes. I'd worn these leggings quite a bit to run, and they were always pretty comfy, but they seemed to be rubbing a little on the hips. Nothing too bad. Perhaps they'd shrunk in the wash, or my hips had grown a little, but I had to kind of tug the waistband to get them comfortable, and the fabric gave my bladder a gentle squeeze as I did so, and seemed to keep on doing it as I finished my walk to the gym. Once I got there, typed my little code in, and crossed the floor trying to look purposeful and chilled, I put my stuff in a locker, put my headphones in, and went out to the cardio floor. Gyms are like supermarkets – they always seem to rearrange everything to confuse poor me whenever I go. But the water fountains were in the same place, at least, and I topped up my bottle before starting on a cross-trainer. I was enjoying the rhythm of the machine, and actually, the smooth back and forth was almost soothing on a slightly nagging bladder. I kept sipping every few minutes, allowing myself to think a little about the release I'd promised myself later. About half way through my time on the cross-trainer my wardrobe issues resurfaced. There was a bit of a rubbing feeling on the top of my hips, and he motion was definitely making it worse. I tugged at my leggings to try and sort it out as I went, but the rubbing was a bit distracting, so eventually I paused the machine and got off. Under the pretence of some stretching, I snuck a thumb under the waistband to try and see what was going on. Even from a quick prod, it was clear what had happened. My leggings seemed fine, but somehow the sides of my panties were kind of rolling down a little, and the creases were rubbing my skin as I moved. I gave a quick glance around me before hiking my knickers and my leggings up higher, hoping they'd behave better under tension. My undignified intervention seemed to have helped, and I finished my time on the cross-trainer, gave myself a quick water break, stretched and went over to the treadmills. I picked one on the end of the row, no mirror (does anyone actually like the mirrors?) but a bit of a view over the train tracks from the small high window, instead. I popped my water bottle in the holder and started a walking warmup while I sorted out my music. As I picked up pace, the up and down thud on my bladder got more intense, and I felt a kind of vague, dull, not-quite aching tension spread with each step. Between that and the slow pace I was quite calm, unaware of the room around me, just feeling the waves spread, and I remember thinking how pleasant it was to add some desperation to something I normally find a little dull. But sure enough my kit problems came back to burst my little bubble. I could feel the elastic sliding down my hip, and a quick, furtive yank on succeeded only in giving me a whole other kind of discomfort from the fabric being pulled too tight. I was quite grumpy, now, and blushing a bit at the constant adjustments I was having to make. I decided to go and sort things out a bit more thoroughly, slowed my run to a stop, and took myself off the changing rooms. I sipped impatiently at my bottle as I went, trying to look composed, sorted, not like the kind of amateur who is derailed by some minor clothing dramas. I felt a little too self-conscious to start rearranging things as required in the middle of the changing room, so I took myself off to a toilet cubicle to sort things. I felt around a bit. I'd got the worst of both worlds, going on – rolled down and rubbing on my hips, yanked far to tight across the back. Ugh. Fun fact: I've never actually used the toilets at the gym. That didn't stop my body from deciding now was a perfect time to relieve myself, thank you, and I took a deep breath and made myself settle in to one of those 'Not now' holding clenches. Things got worse of course when I pulled my leggings to my knees, then my knickers, the little trigger motions meaning I had to focus really hard on not letting for for a few seconds before rearranging everything satisfactorily. My skin was a bit upset by all the rubbing and yanking, and I resolved to throw out these old pants as soon as I got the chance. They'd served me well for years, and they were a bit faded and stretched and so soooo soft. They lived in the back of the drawer, in the 'comfy, but not for public display' category. You know the one I mean. Anyway, when running I usually grabbed something from back there and I'd done the same this morning, but it seemed the pair I'd picked had given up, elastic- wise, and with tight leggings and lots of movement they'd transformed from reliable old companion to torture instrument quite rapidly. I was so annoyed at the chafing and the need to stop every so often that I seriously considered chucking them right then. I wasn't brave enough to go out there again without any on, but I had a pair for later in my bag....but if I did that, I'd have nothing clean, and it feels weird having a shower and putting old clothes on. And no, I was not going without while I did my shopping : I was not in that kind of mood, today, at least. So, adjustments made, I went back out, determined to finish, my bladder protesting at the missed opportunity for a mid-session release. I got back on the treadmill, thinking longingly of my reward once I'd finished. I let my mind torture me with that prospect for a while, and thought back to a few particularly cathartic releases I'd had over the summer. The ones I was thinking most of involved flooding clothes, for some reason, and if that was the mood I was in.... I ran through some options. I could add on some extra time, make myself wait until I was home, and flood before washing my hair. I could even be fully clothed. I was sure I'd make it but I might not enjoy the last part, shopping, given how my bladder was twitching a little with every stride now. I'd maybe be a little tense, grit my teeth a bit. And I always run in to someone at that supermarket on a Saturday, and I'm sure they'd think me rude or weird for looking so twitchy. So, I didn't fancy that... The fabric under my leggings was shifting again, nagging at my hips, and honestly, I was just about done with the whole experience now. I was impatient and hot and I needed to pee and I hated hated hated these knickers. So, I resolved. I slowed my run to the cooldown section, making sure I did every last second, enjoying and resenting the rising pressure on my bladder, the warm buzz. I got off the treadmill, gave my clothes a last, furtive tug back in to place, and stretched. I finished my water on the way back to the changing room, and remembered to refill it. The water fountains are always so slow at this place, and it felt like it took five minutes to fill the bottle again. I was a bit desperate, but in control, holding my legs quite tight together. My puffy breathing after my run seemed to be pushing my bladder up and down a bit roughly, and I was a bit stiff and unnatural as I went towards the changing rooms. I saw my cheeks flushed in a mirror as I went past. That's one thing I'll say for gyms – no-one can tell if you're flushed with excitement, or just working hard. I was definitely both. I got my things from the locker and grabbed the towel, bodywash and had another sip of cool water while I had a quick glance around. Quite a few showers free, and no-one waiting. I rushed myself out of my kit and popped the towel round me. And instead of slipping my knickers off, I left the vicious, untrustworthy things on underneath the towel and headed for the shower. I hung my towel up on the hook and darted through the door to the stall, blushing that someone would notice me improperly dressed. I locked the door, took a deep breath. The floor was so cold on my feet, and somehow that made me tense up, made my bladder throb more. And that may or may not have been because I had previously 'multitasked' during my previous visits to the showers here, and my bladder might or might not have taken me entering the stall as a cue that relief was on the way. I composed myself, got control of my body for a bit, and took stock. I was still breathing a unevenly after the treadmill, and I heard my breathing off the walls of the cubicle.. Was I really going to? No one could see my attire through the door, but it was oddly quiet, away from the sinks and lockers, and I wasn't thrilled at the idea of being overheard. I adjusted the loose waistband of my underwear again, felt the hot angry creases on my hips where they had dug in. While I was gathering my courage, the throb in my bladder started to get more regular, sharper, and I was finding holding more of a conscious effort. I heard someone start up a hair dryer. That was my cue. Perfect cover. I slipped a hand between my legs, imagined the warmth spreading over my fingers, the fabric getting heavier, starting to cling. But stage fright had me firmly, and I was both desperate, and frustrated at my inability to unlock and just let it happen. Maybe I should just go later? The idea made me shiver a little, nervous, impatient. The hair dryer cut out, and I felt a little silly, stood the small stall in my baggy, faded knickers. I imagined how silly I'd look to someone, and I hugged an arm over my chest, double checked the lock. It was fine, but I could hear steps outside, a sort of shuffling gliding walk. The mystery shuffler took a stall a way down from me and spent no time at all getting the water going. I wondered if they were sneakily letting go, under the water. That seemed to help, that and the sound, and a pressed my legs together and felt a few tentative drips, the warmth just touching my inner things. I sighed, cover my mouth with the arm I had clutched over my chest, and gradually unwound myself, letting myself just go, feeling the fabric spread the warmth all around me, the slow, constant stream down the inside of my legs, the warmth around my toes. I made a small, soft noise into the palm of my hand, felt I was smiling, grinning even at the folly and transgression and the relief of it. And I was done, and they were soaked ,and I felt that lightness of breath, that rush from being relieved. I almost giggled at how naught I'd been. I felt the damage a little, wished, for once , for a mirror, and then got back in a sensible mode, stripped off the soaking cotton, popped them on the shelf next to my bodywash, and showered. I actually felt a bit guilty about chucking them away in this state, so I rinsed them out under the shower a few times, wringing them dry. I got my towel on, balled up my destroyed old underwear tightly in my hand, and minced guiltily from the shower to the sinks, pretending to check my hair while I dropped them in the bin near the counter. I changed, reveling in a dry, comfortable pair of underwear, and took myself off to the shops for my reward, before heading home to wash my hair and replay my little adventure in my head in a more leisurely way.....
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  16. Here you go darling, but believe me for once: video downloadhelper plugin works fine, and so does youtube-dl Pissing herself Walking Home - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  17. Off-Limits!

    Just this once. Just this once, Dakota thought she could get away with cheating on her midterm! And she did... kind of. There's a catch: the girl she cheated off of caught her and is out for blood... or urine, in this case. Despite being very desperate to pee, she must cross her legs and hold it until tomorrow if there's any chance of her saving her full-ride college scholarship. And Dakota thought the midterm was the hardest test she'd ever taken... Not the most original idea, I know, but I thought it would be cool to turn into a comic / manga. I hope the art isn't too awful! I wanted to try a semi-colored style to give the pages a bit more pop.
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    3 videos of Suzy wetting herself and then showering with her clothes on.
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  19. From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

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  20. So here a really old omorashi picture I did of Lisa from The Simpsons having a potty accident. It a bit old but it a classic to me.

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  21. I posted this in the other category as well, but I would like it to get as much readership as possible, if that's okay. So, this is something that happened to me when I was a teenage, working at a Japanese restaurant/sushi that had just recently opened in my little New England town. The restaurant's funding had been assembled by three gentlemen, Clarke, a middle aged, white businessmen, along with a couple older Japanese gentlemen who worked at the restaurant as the sushi chefs. A Japanese restaurant was a novelty in our town, and as we also had a full liquor bar, the place was quite a hit within just two or three months. It was my first job. I was only a teenager, in my second year of high school, and I was eager to work. At first, the job itself was rather slow, but I didn't mind, for I found myself surrounded for the first time with the beautiful Asian American girls who worked as waitresses at the restaurant. Prior to working there, I'd never payed much mind to Asian women, I had been naturally more attracted to white girls only since they were the majority of the girls in my town, but with this job, I quickly developed "Asian Fever" as I called it, or, a nearly fetishistic obsession with beautiful Asian women, that I developed nearly overnight. If you'd worked at this place, it was easy to see why. I was a teenaged boy, still a virgin at the time, and my hormones were raging at that phase in my life with animalistic ferocity. I was almost ashamed that I had taken to watching strictly Asian porn as a result of the effect that the beautiful Asian girls at the restaurant had on my young adolescent being. Let me describe the working atmosphere just a little bit more descriptively for you. The hostess at our restaurant was a beautiful, tanned, Japanese American girl named Helen, late 20s, and boy was Helen an absolute knockout! Helen's face was supremely beautiful in a very sexy, sultry way. Helen was thick and curvaceous in just the right places, thicker than any Asian girl I'd ever seen in real life or even on the internet. I normally had thought of Asian girls as being extremely thin, and while Helen was thin-waisted, nothing else about this Japanese beauty was thin. Helen's ass absolutely could have been nominated to be considered an official Wonder of the World. She had an enormous, perfectly round behind that jutted out behind her oh-so-enticingly. Up top she had two, big beautiful round breasts, easily D-cups, that loved to jiggle and bounce when she strolled through the main dining room to seat people. Added to this was the fact that her signature outfit was a tiny, jet-black miniskirt that ended just barely below her crotch in front and just barely managed to cover that, beautiful round derriere that jutted out behind her. Up top, she always wore cleavage revealing tops that the old businessmen would drunkenly ogle as they sipped their drinks, waiting in Helen's foyer, to be seated. And that skirt, that ridiculous miniskirt revealed Helen's thick, beautifully toned, tanned, Japanese legs to scandalous levels. In fact, Helen's skirt was so small that often, when she would stroll across the entire length of the dining room to seat a family, by the time she made it to her table, her skirt would ride up far enough, that she would then have to step back into the kitchen (next to where I washed dishes!!!) and quickly pull her skirt back down, lest she show any lucky customers her pantied crotch or the bottoms of her luscious, beautiful butt cheeks. She would tug her skirt back down in one quick motion, smiling innocently at me as she did so, as if not suspecting that I was going home every night with an uncontrollable hard on that I'd take care of quickly thinking of her, or that I always wished I could catch her just once to see what sort of panties she wore underneath that black, micro skirt. After adjusting her skirt, she would stride through the kitchen, back out to the foyer, as the entire male cooking staff would drink in the image of her lovely bottom, shashaying left and right as she made her way through the room. There was an Asian model she reminded me of, but I couldn't place who it was, Suki Herrera? Jenny was a Laotian American girl, early 20s, pretty faced, and very thin. She was thin enough apparently not to believe her lovely, perky, B-Cup tits needed a bra, and so she often wore thin cotton blouses that her lovely nipples loved to poke against for the world to see. This had never been a problem until the night that she was bumped into from behind by a customer, while she poured people glasses of water, and this resulted in her spilling water on her chest, and, to my mind, absolutely winning the non-existent wet-tshirt contest of the night. When she stepped back into the kitchen after soaking her shirt, my breathing quickened, my eyes widened, and my dick stiffened at the unbelievably sexy sight before me. Her think, white, cotton blouse had become entirely translucent and clung to beautiful B-Cup tits as though they were her skin, and revealed the entire shape and color of them, her beautiful dark nipples standing to attention. I couldn't believe my eyes, and was incredibly turned on when she walked right up to me with her beautiful breasts on display and asked me, seemingly non-chalantly, "How bad is the damage?". With a hard cock, and stammering, nervous, shakey breath, I could only reply, "It's...not bad" when, just then, our attractive, but stern, Asian American manager Sara walked up and said, "I've got an extra blaser in the car that you can wear. Let me go get it." Jenny stood, in more ways than one (hard nipples) next to me until Sara returned with her extra blazer, and I stood there, unbearably turned on, dying to suck on Jenny's perfect little tits, as I continued with my work and tried to to stare at her. Sara, our manager, early 30s, was attractive enough, but very stern and always tried to keep a professional air about her as she worked. She had a pretty face, and wore glasses along with woman's business suits, this almost had the effect of making her look like a sexy librarian, especially the thick black-rimmed spectacles she wore over her eyes, but, as she was my boss and had a reputation for being very stern and business oriented, I had developed sort of a mental block against seeing her as being very attractive. Cali was our bartender, and I really liked Cali, not so much in a "sex symbol" sort of way, more in a maternal sense, if you will. She was attractive enough, had a cute behind, and a pair of C-Cup (I think) tits to boot, but she had always gone out of her way to be a "good influence" on me whenever we interacted. I think because she was older than me, married, and planned to have kids, this cause her to sort of slip into "wise, responsible, caring adult, mode" around me. This even went so far as to her putting out a cigarette she'd been smoking when I pulled into the parking lot on way ready to work. "Never smoke." she told me. Little did she know I was smoking copious amounts of marijuana during that phase of my life. I liked Cali and felt comfortable talking to her about issues that had been troubling me. I had even confided to her that I hadn't had a lot of experience with girls and was still a virgin. She was very understanding about it, and I didn't feel embarrassed around her at all. When Cali got pregnant however, everybody saw her differently, for her figure underwent a massive transformation, her butt swelled up and pushed tight against her pants, her belly swelled up as well, obviously, and her tits, those glorious breasts she had seemed to inflate like water balloons. Cali didn't, however, buy any new clothing to accomodate her new proportions, and so her body was squeezed into her tiny outfit in scandalous ways, which she seemed not to notice. The entire male staff noticed however, and we often had to stifle coughs when Cali walked through the room, her huge ass, her bouncing glorious tits in her small, cleavage revealing top. Once, Clarke rounded a corner to quickly and ran right into her and without thinking blurted out, "Thank god for airbags right?!" as he bumped right into her big breasts. Then, embarrassed at what he'd said he asked, "How's the baby coming along Cali?" I'd never known a pregnant lady could be so sumptuously sexy, as Cali was. These were the circumstances of our wonderful Japanese restaurant. All of the employees had to share a single, "employee bathroom" which was a tiny room, about 5 by 6 feet in size, had a single toilet, a large, industrial sized plastic sink, and a couple of large mirrors on the walls. Clarke, the restaurant's owner forbid us from using the customer restrooms, claiming that it would seem unprofessional for customers to see us in the restroom and might even somehow "break the illusion/ambience of the dining experience" for them. And this worked out fine in the beginning, when the restaurant had just opened, and so wasn't busy, but after a couple months, when the restaurant's popularity blew up (I think because of the gorgeous girls working there, at least in part) we would be so busy, especially on weekends that there were a few times when on of the girls would quickly rush past me and my co-dishwasher John, uttering something like, "Gotta go!", or "Fuck, I have to pee!", and once, when the employee bathroom was occupied, I even saw one of the girls, Jenny, resort to holding her crotch as she danced subtly outside the bathroom. This is actually what awoke my desperation fetish, something I didn't even know existed until that point. The restaurant's popularity grew and grew, and the owner, Clarke, didn't understand the concept of "over-seating" and so, the girls were often overworked, distressed, and as I began to witness more and more, pushed increasingly to their, and their bladder's, limits. So, as we now often were extremely busy on Friday nights, it wasn’t a rare sight to see a pretty Asian girl rushing past me to get back to the employees toilet, that small, dinky little bathroom with it's single toilet, it's big plastic sink, it's oddly placed mirrors. This night, however, this lucky summer night, had a lot more in store for me, for reasons that defy explanation. It was just somehow the perfect storm of sexy Asian female piss desperation. The dinner shift had started at four that afternoon and by seven o’clock, the restaurant was slammed. We were all sweating in the kitchen with the effort it took to keep up with our work load, and a small degree of panic was visible in everybody’s eyes as we slaved away. Overall, there was something exhilarating about being so busy, like we were truly earning our keep at the town ‘s most popular restaurant, though there were moments when the stress was too much, and even made us a bit snappy at each other. At about seven o’clock, it had been three hours into the shift, and I could feel my bladder start to twinge with a growing need to urinate. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one however, for at just about 7:05 or so, Helen, our oh-so-curvy hostess quickly rounded the corner and my eyes grew wide with what I saw. At first, it was just the tell-tale jiggling of cleavage that I saw as she brushed past me with jerky movements and shaky breath. “Oh my godddd...” I heard her loudly exclaim. As I looked up, I saw a sight that I will never forget. Her breasts were nearly bouncing out of her low-cut top as she walked, nearly ran, up to the counter next to my sink and struggled with shaking hands to set down a couple of wine glasses without breaking them. Both of her hands then immediately flew to her crotch as she reached for her pussy, making her ridiculously short mini skirt fly up, past the restraint of her gloriously large, round, behind. Her face had a look of extreme distress, her eyes were snapped shut and her mouth hung open, and, for the first time, I, always curious about what sort of underwear our sexy fox of a hostess liked to wear, got an eyeful of her sexy black underwear as she rushed quickly by. In fact, thanks to her frantic crotch grabbing, her skirt had flung completely above her butt, revealing her sexy, black, lacy underwear, clinging tightly upon two of the most gloriously toned butt cheeks that I’d ever seen, in real life or even in porn. It was then that I remembered that it was Annie Thao, an asian model, that Helen’s figure reminded me of. Helen’s beautiful ass, those womanly, globular orbs of flesh jiggled and bounced as she ran past me to the employee bathroom. My dick immediately began to grow stiff. Her entire ass was exposed, save for the underwear, and I looked over to see if John had also seen what I had seen. When I looked over however, John was nowhere to be seen. “Poor him” I thought to myself as I couldn’t believe my luck at seeing our busty hostess lose all sense of composure as she was obviously dying for a piss. “Oh come on, please hurry!” I suddenly heard Helen exclaim, and I looked over to see her urgently stepping from foot to foot in the small hallway just outside the employee bathroom, and I realized at once that the tiny employee bathroom must currently have been occupied by John. “Oh goddd, oh my goddd!” Helen exclaimed as she proceeded to prance her shakey,, toned, tan legs up and down the small hallway just outside the bathroom, the clacking of her high heels on the tile floor loud and pronounced. Her hands still clung tightly to her black pantied crotch, and when she turned so she was facing away from me, her big, round, beautiful butt quivered with her frantic steps as she struggled to keep from wetting her tiny panties just before my eyes. I just couldn’t believe my luck!!! This girl was the “hot girl” among our workplace, and she was only one among many beauties. “Oh my goddd...oh my goddd...” she continually muttered to herself as she pranced to and fro, fingers clinging to her crotch. “What’s going on here?” asked the owner Clarke as he approached the scene of the desperate muttering. “I’m sorry, I just need to piss so badly, god it’s slammed out there. I really need to pissssss....” Helen moaned with embarrassed, desperate defeat in her voice, as she quickly tugged her skirt down over her beautiful behind with her left hand, obviously not wanting to show off her gorgeous ass to Clarke, while her right hand never strayed from her crotch. Finally, the bathroom door opened and John ambled from the bathroom as Helen exclaimed, “Oh come on!” and pushed her way past him, slamming the door behind her so fast it bounced back open, and Helen frantically fiddled with the lock, as Clarke, as if at a loss for words, just responded to the whole scene with, “I’ll watch the front til you get back out there Helen.” just as my dish machine finished and went quiet. Through the vent above me, I heard a long, drawn out, “Ooooaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...” emitted from Helen’s mouth, that coincided with the sound of deep, powerful, thunderous pissing, as the liquid surged from Helen’s most private region, down into the water below. “Oh my godddddd....” I heard her mutter desperately through the vent, and she continued to whimper strained, desperate whimpers, “aaaahhhh”s and such as her bladder continued to empty itself with unbelievable volume and force into the water below. I was nearly entranced with the sound of it, when abruptly, my trance was broken when John asked, “What was Helen’s problem dude?” Helen had stopped moaning by then, but her urination still continued in a steady stream. “She really needed to pee dude. I think she was about to piss herself right in front of me, man. You shouldn’t take so long in the bathroom texting.” I said to John, feeling genuine empathy for Helen, seeing her in that desperate a condition. “Damn.” John replied in his usual, monotone way. Just then, the oh-so-gloriously pregnant Cali trounced quickly across the kitchen towards the employee bathroom, and arriving at it, proceeded to attempt to open the door, her breasts bouncing as she backed quickly away from the locked door and looked up at the clock. It was about 7:15 by this point. She looked quickly back at the restroom and paused for a moment before walking away, back out to the bar. Just as she left the room, the employee bathroom door opened up and Helen emerged from it, breathing a big sigh. She looked relieved but exhausted, and a bit red in the face. Her skirt was back in it’s normal position (which is to say, about an inch below her crotch in front and just barely covering the bottoms of her ass in back) and she strode confidently, with normal steps, down the kitchen and back out to the front desk while the entire male staff in back, alerted once again by the clacking of her heels, watched her bottom sway left and right as she walked out of the room. “There you go Helen!” Brian, one of the fry cooks called out to her with ambiguous meaning as she left the room. “She’s so fucking hot dude.” John said, watching her as she left. “Yeah, she sure is man.” I responded, my head still buzzing from the sheer sexiness of Helen’s burlesque show of desperation in the hallway as well as her subsequent moaning and Niagara Falls soundtrack I was treated to through the vent. “Could it really be this busy?”, I thought to myself, briefly reliving the memory of what I’d just witnessed, my dick now fully erect. It was my turn to bring the glass rack out to the bar now and I picked it up and made my way through the kitchen, carrying a full rack of glasses. I was treated to a quick sliver of Helen’s gorgeously tanned, Japanese legs through a crack in the curtain that led out to the front desk. I could hear the noisy chattering coming from the sea of customers inhabiting the restaurant that night, loud, joyous, and full of sushi and alcohol. I turned to the right doorway to make my way into the bar, and as I passed through the curtain, I was greeted with the sight of the top of Cali’s pink, HelloKitty underwear, visible just above the top of her black pants, pulled tight across her wonderfully large, still sexy, bottom. Her heaving cleavage bounced vigorously in her tight top as she shook up a cocktail in her cocktail shaker for a customer. Her bar was full, and one drunken businessman-looking guy watched her shake her drink (and a lot else) and exclaimed suddenly, “Well I think I like you even better pregnant, Cali!” Cali smiled as she poured the drink before asking, “What does that mean?” “Oh I don’t know.” the guy uttered and laughed to his buddies. He knew, and I knew, and I couldn’t blame him, there was something absolutely, sumptuously sexy about the swollenness of Cali’s pregnant figure, with her beautifully round butt pushing out tight against her pants and her jello-like breasts wiggling in her top as she tended her bar and made her drinks. Still, sexy as she was now, I couldn’t help but feel a little protective over her as she had always been so kind to me and now that she was pregnant as well, I couldn’t help but feel slightly angry at the drunken guy who’d made the comment, and slightly guilty myself for also ogling Cali’s pregnant curves. I set the glass rack down behind the bar and as I turned to go back to the kitchen, I saw that Cali was stepping from foot to foot as she entered something in the computer behind her bar. She looked almost frantic for a pee herself, and I felt even guiltier as I felt my dick twitch and start to stiffen again at the he sight of yet another desperate woman. The restaurant was just too damn busy tonight for anybody to have time enough to use the restroom, but I felt especially bad for Cali, a pregnant woman who clearly needed to relieve herself. She continued to step from foot to foot as I made my way past her, back to the kitchen. The cooks were all working their asses off and the smell of food was delicious as I crossed the kitchen back to my sink station. “It’s fucking slammed out there man.” I said to John, who was busy scrubbing pans with steel wool scrubbies. “Yeah man I can fucking tell, we’re slammed back here.” he replied. Jenny just then quickly rounded the corner. She had on a not-very-revealing black sweater on that night, and her usually perky, pokey nipples were not at all on display, but her cute, pretty face was still a sight for sore eyes. “Can you please help me?” she said with an anxious tone in her voice, and when I looked up to see what was the matter, I saw that there was nowhere for her to set down the wine glasses she was carrying, as the counter next to my sink was completely full of dishes. “I can’t wait.” She said, and set the glasses on top of a stack of plates. One of the glasses fell, however, and shattered with a crash as it hit the ground. “Fuck!” She said loudly, and so I smiled, and shushed her lightly. “Can you get this, I’ve gotta go...No I’ve got it, just get this counter cleared, I’ll go get the broom and dustpan!” she said. She went to grab the broom and dustpan, and I warned people not to step on the broken glass. When she got back with the broom she started hastily sweeping at the broken glass. “Slow down, you’re missing the dustpan.” I said to her. Her legs were moving around frantically, she too stepped from foot to foot. Sensing what was the matter, I asked, “Do you want me to do this while you go to the bathroom?” “No, I’m fine. I need the bathroom, yes, but I can finish this.” She dumped some glass into the garbage can and continued sweeping. Suddenly she dropped the metal dustpan with a loud clang, and her right hand flew to her crotch. “Oh my god I need to pee, I really have to go I’m sorry I’ll finish this in a moment.” she said breathlessly. And with that, hand still on her crotch, she rushed quickly over to the employee bathroom and slammed the door behind her. I didn’t get to hear very much as I’d just put another rack into the dish machine and it was doing it’s loud work while Jenny was in the restroom. I decided to help her out and finish sweeping the broken glass since she obviously was very busy, too busy to get a chance until now to relieve herself, and surely had to get back out to her tables when she was done in the bathroom. While she was still in the bathroom however, Cali comes rushing down the kitchen towards me and turned when she reached the bathroom door. Grabbing the door knob and pushing, she was again frustrated at finding it locked. “Oh what the hell is going on back here? The pregnant lady really needs the bathroom people!” she yelled. Cali leaned against the wall, crossed her arms across her enlarged bosom, and bounced on the spot. She smiled at John, not realizing that he was absolutely drinking in the image of her jiggling cleavage and her thick, bouncing thighs. As I finished sweeping up the glass, I felt bad for Cali, but, she hadn’t yet resorted to the desperate antics of Helen, or now Jenny, both of whom had been desperate enough to need to actually grab at their pussies, presumably so as not to piss themselves!!! Maybe Cali wasn’t quite so desperate yet, after all, they say just the tiniest amount of urine in a pregnant woman’s bladder can feel like a lot more than it really is, with the baby situated near a woman’s bladder region. “Sorry for yelling, I just really need to relieve myself.” Cali said to John and I, as we were situated closest to the employee bathroom. “Oh fuck it, I don’t have time!” Cali said as she rushed back out towards her bar. She left just a moment to soon, however, as just then the bathroom door opened, Jenny emerged, and walked back over towards my station. “I finished cleaning the glass, I’ll put the broom away just go back to your tables.” “Really?! But you’re busy too! I’m so sorry, you didn’t have to do that, I just really needed to pee, I hadn’t had a chance all night.” “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I said, and Jenny went back out to the dining room. “Man what a fucking night.” I thought to myself. Normally I’d be lucky to see a girl desperate for a piss once in a blue moon, never mind several in the same night. I looked over at John, who stood close to his sink, I think probably to hide his own erection, and I intuited that perhaps he also had a desperation fetish, or perhaps was discovering that he did tonight. Finally, still needing to pee myself, I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom myself now. While I was in the tiny employee bathroom, with its single toilet, it’s big plastic sink, and it’s oddly arranged mirrors, I struggled for a long moment to pee as my dick was still rock hard owing to the unbelievably sexy occurrences of the night, several stunningly gorgeous Asian girls dying for a piss all at once. When I was finally able to go, it took me about forty seconds to empty myself (long time, especially for me) and halfway through it, somebody knocked loudly on the door. I finally finished and opened the door to see our bespectacled, pretty, but stern, manager Sara, waiting outside with an annoyed look on her face. “Can I please have a turn now?” she said with annoyance, and I noticed her subtly stepping from foot to foot. “Can I wash my hands first?” I asked. Perhaps wanting to remain professional, or perhaps realizing she really had no cause for annoyance at me, her annoyed expression quickly turned to one of understanding and she answered, “Yes, please do.” I turned around and made my way to the sink, to wash my hands, and I realized, that where the mirror was situated, I could see Sara reflected in it, still stepping from foot to foot subtly, arms crossed tightly across her chest. As I turned on the tap however, her movements instantly became far less subtle. When the running water of the sink hit her eardrums, “Oh!” she exclaimed quietly, her eyes growing wide. She immediately bent at the knees, and her left hand flew quickly to her crotch. I turned back round to face her. “I’m sorry?” I said, pretending not to have heard her (as though she’d said something important), and seeing me, see her, my manager, who had always made an effort to be professional, now bent over with her hand squeezing desperately through her pantsuit pants at her pussy, she blushed a deep red with embarrassment and quickly removed her hand from her crotch and exclaimed in a whimpering voice, “Nothing, please hurry.” “What was that?” I said, feigning ignorance, the tap water still running strong, apparently a little too strong, as just then, she couldn’t prevent her left hand from flying back to her crotch as her knees bent again and her face looked inflamed with distress. “Please, I’m dying to pee!” She snapped, glowering at me, with anger in her eyes. This was the first time I’d ever seen Sara break her professional composure in any way, and here she was, my stern, but attractive manager, stammering from foot to foot frantically, with her hand clutching at her crotch through her pants. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.” I said, as I turned the tap off and began to dry my hands with paper towels (a pointless move considering I was going back to wash dishes). “Oh, please hurry!” She said quietly in a whiny voice, and just as I stepped out, she rushed in past me and fiddled frantically with the screwy metal lock in the workout doorknob. As soon as I got back to my dish station, I heard a loud, seemingly passionate, by the sound of it, “Oooohhhhhhhhh....oh god yessssssss...ahhhhhhh...” accompanied once again by the loud, thunderous sound of pressurized liquid on liquid, being emitted from the greatest place on earth (and my manager’s!!!) into the toilet bowl beneath. She carried on like that for a while before finishing up with a trickle, washing her hands and exiting. She walked up to me, and I expected her to still be angry, but instead she just looked embarrassed and blushed as she said, “I’m sorry I snapped at you. As I’m sure you noticed, I needed the restroom quite urgently, and I took it out on you. It won’t happen again.” “It’s not a problem.” I said, and then, as she walked away, testing my luck, I said, “Maybe Clarke ought to invest in a second employee bathroom.” “Ha! Yeah, and then maybe I won’t almost piss myself in front of my dishwasher.” She then laughed out loud and smiled at me saying,” Did I really just say that?” before walking back out to the dining room. Wow, decorum flies right out the window when people are desperate for the toilet, I thought. What a strange, but fortunate, night it was. But little did I know, the best was still to come. About five minutes later, Jacob, another of the cooks, made his way to the employee bathroom as there was a slight lull in the cooking order flow. “Watch those two pans” he said to the other cooks. “I’m gonna be a minute.” It was still pretty busy for us dishwashers however, and I continued to spray at the plates with my power hose and John scrubbed and sprayed the pans behind me. As I stood there doing my work, joking with Jenny momentarily about not breaking any more glasses tonight, I realized that I’d entirely forgotten about Cali. She must be absolutely bursting by now, I thought. About a minute or two after Jacob had entered the bathroom, my intuitions proved to be correct. Cali comes rushing through the kitchen with stiff, quick steps and makes her way immediately to the bathroom. Realizing it’s locked, she immediately jams her hand in her crotch and leans hard against the hallway wall, bending at the knees. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I’m going to piss myself. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Her eyes are jammed tightly shut, her mouth hangs open, muttering in a strained, whimpering voice, and her hand is buried deep in her crotch. Just then, the dish machine finishes it’s cycle, and Cali’s ears are left with nothing but the loud, high pitched, metallic tinkling sound of John’s hose as he sprays his fry pans clean. “Oh god, could you please stop that for a second?! Please, I really don’t want to wet myself, oh godddd” she exclaims desperately at John who then abruptly stops what he’s doing, absorbing the full reality of Cali’s plight. Standing upright from the wall, both hands clutching her pussy, she begins to pace to and fro, up and down the little hallway just outside the employee bathroom. She then pounds on the bathroom door. “Please hurry up in there!” she yells as she continued to pace the hallway. With both hands squeezing her crotch tightly, she was pulling the material of her pants tightly enough against her gloriously round butt cheeks that the fabric had become somewhat see-through, and I could clearly make out the HelloKittys on her pink panties beneath. Oh to be one of those cartoon cats at that moment, clinging to Cali’s beautiful derrière, or perhaps being clawed to death by her fingernails around front as they squeezed her straining little pussy, trying to hold back the floodgates... Hands glued to her crotch, breasts jiggling with her every frantic step, I feel like my dick is just about to tear through my pants, throbbing in arousal at what I’m seeing. I could tell that John was clearly aroused too, and was doing everything he could to hide it as he huddled close to his sink. “Oh god, what’s he doing in there?!!!” Cali then yelled, at nobody in particular. Seeing us watching her, her voice broke, and it almost seemed as if she might cry as she said to us, “I’m sorry, I’m just so desperate to peeeeee........” “Just go out back there, in the fucking parking lot.” John said, seeming to actually want to help Cali. “Too many people!” she exclaimed, “oh god I swear I’ve got two more minutes and that’s fucking it!” She yelled as she proceeded back through the kitchen, willing her hands away from her crotch as she did. Holy shit, I thought to myself, what the in the actual fuck was going on tonight? Why all at once? Was it really this much extra busier tonight? I was thinking these thoughts, willing away my erection with my mind before any of the girls were to notice me, when suddenly Clarke called out to me, from across the kitchen, “Alex, fill up the mop bucket, we’ve got a big spill in Cali’s bar!” Jesus Christ, did she fucking piss herself? I thought. I quickly learned she hadn’t, thank god, as I then heard Clarke mutter with annoyance, “A full fucking bottle of wine, broken and fucking wasted.” Just a bottle of wine, I thought. Jacob just exited the bathroom, and I grabbed the mop bucket and carried it back to the employee bathroom, and began to fill it up with floor cleaner. Just as it was filled, the bathroom door bursts open behind me and even slams me in the elbow. “Ow! Fuck!” I exclaimed, and as I turned, I saw that it was Cali, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she’s repeating, desperately pulling her pants down, her beautiful, naked butt cheeks now fully exposed to my shocked, but horny eyes. Shutting the door behind her, not taking the time to fiddle with the lock, the door swings back open slightly, and as she notices me, she quickly covers her now naked pussy with her hands, while clawing at it desperately, her beautiful jet-black pubic hairs visible between her fingers. “GET OUT!!!!” she yells at me angrily. As I move to open the door however, she must have realized that she didn’t have second to spare and so she kicks the door shut and exclaims desperately, “JUST SHUT UP AND TURN AROUND AND DON’T LOOK!!!! And turn on the sink...please...I don’t want you to hear me!!!” She said this last part with great embarrassment as she stood there with her pants down at her ankles, her naked thighs quivering, her big beautiful ass exposed to me, her hands buried in her crotch. I felt positively like I was going to come in my pants right then and there, I’d never even seen a naked woman in real life up to that point in my life, and now here was Cali, a grown woman with her pants down, our sexy bartender, unintentionally exposing herself to her high school attending dish washer as she struggled not to piss all over herself in front of me. As I turned around to the sink, I saw immediately that I could see her in the mirror, and she didn’t even know it. She still stood there, with pussy-clutching fingers, big ass quivering, eyes squeezed shut in despair. “Turn on the fucking sink loud! Right now! Oh god I don’t want you to hear me pissssss…” This was a far cry from the kind, caring, maternal Cali that I always knew. I turned on the sink, but there was almost no water pressure at all, probably owing to John using his spray hose at his sink, or maybe he had the dish machine running at the same time. The water came from the faucet in just a tiny little trickle and poured down into the mop bucket, already filled with floor cleaner solution, still in the sink below. The resulting trickle, the sound of water on water, echoing off the plastic mop bucket sides, proved to be too much for Cali and she exclaimed, “Ohhh myyy godddd, What the fuuuuuckkkkkk!” as she plopped herself down on to the toilet bowl, her just a foot or so behind me, and let loose a thundering torrent of piss into the toilet below her, the noise and volume of which was about ten times that of the faucet trickling into the mop bucket. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oohhhh my gooooooooddddddddddddd.....” she exclaimed, and I watched in the mirror as her beautiful pussy issued a torrent of piss with the pressure of a fireman’s hose straight into the toilet bowl. My dick was dripping with precum, straining hard against my underwear as I looked further up in the mirror and saw her breasts heaving with her breathing and then the look on her face, that look, words can’t describe the expression of relief on Cali’s exhausted face, except to compare it to the look on the sculpted face of Bernini’s Ecstasy of Saint Teresa... Just then, the door, never fully closed was pushed open and Clarke unexpectedly got an eyeful of delicious pregnant Cali, pissing her heart out. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease....” she cried desperately as she pushed the door closed again with her foot. Cali continued to moan and whimper desperate whimpers of relief and her stream, now about forty seconds in, was showing no signs of letting up. Still thundering heavily and powerfully into the bowl, I nearly unconsciously reached and touched myself through my pants, feeling my painful erection embarrassingly close to cumming in my pants. I just couldn’t help it, I’d never been so ridiculously, unbearably, turned on in my entire, teenaged, hormone-raging life. I squeezed my cock quickly through my pants as I looked in the mirror and saw that Cali was looking at me in the mirror and could see exactly what I was doing with myself. Embarrassed, I quickly pulled my hand away, but my rock hard cock was now caught in a painful position in my underwear. “Agh!” I said in pain as I buckled my hips to try to get more comfortable. Looking at my painful struggle, eyes flicking down to my swollen member straining against my pants, Cali asked me, “You need to do something about that?” as she still pissed noisily. “I’m sorry.” I said as I quickly reached down into my pants and adjusted my swollen cock do that it no longer hurt where it was. “Did I do that?” she asked, her gaze still fixated on my crotch. “I’m sorry.” Was all I could muster, humiliated, but in spite of myself, I was lightheaded now with deep, animalistic arousal still hearing Cali’s thunderous stream, and when I glanced once more into the mirror and saw once more her massive swollen tits, her pregnant belly, and her beautiful pissing pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oooouuuugghhhhhh aaaggghhhh” I moaned as, without even touching myself, I felt myself pushed over the edge, and I shot my massive gooey load into my underwear. I was hugely embarrassed, and Cali looked disgusted at me. “Did you really just?.....” “I’m sorry, I just... I don’t know, I’m sorry...” was all I could saw as I came down from my post-orgasmic bliss. “Don’t you tell anyone and neither will I.” she then said. Her stream then died down into a trickle, and finishing up, she washed her hands. We both exited fand on the bathroom, about 30 seconds apart from one another, and I proceeded to go and mop up the wine bottle that had broken while continued doing her work. She avoided eye contact with me for the rest of the night and we didn’t speak another word to each other that night. The next night that we worked together however, she winked at me and things got back to normal between us, though we never spoke another word about what happened that busy Friday night. Desperation sightings became more common at the restaurant as it grew in popularity among the town too, but that fateful Friday with Cali (and the others) was by far the most intense I ever experienced. This all happened within the span of about an hour and a half. Reader, believe it if you may, this was all 100% true, and I’d be happy to answer any further questions you may have about the incident(s).
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  22. To the ball

    I've been annoyed by the lack of two of my favorite things: 18th century/victorian omo, and pleasure from holding. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm in no way a professional writer and I know I'm a bit excessive with the commons so don't judge too hard. Also I did pretty much no research on the time period and am basing everything on other period pieces I've read or seen so please excuse any discrepancies. **** Pt1 With every jerk and bounce if the carriage, Amalie could feel the pressure of her corset pressing against her bladder. the muscles in her womanhood have been straining to keep back the tides for the last hour of her trip. She had plenty of space to discreetly cross her legs under her large dress, and yet she sat with her legs slightly open. It was a secret she would never tell, but in truth, she lived for the tingly feeling she'd get from holding it in. It all began when Amalie was a young girl. She always had a harder time holding her waters than other girls her age. It definitely wasn't because she would hold it even when given the opportunity to relieve herself. Absolutely not. During her studies, her teacher would force her to hold her waters until not her muscles nor every once of pressure she was able to apply to her young womanhood could keep it in anymore. It would begin with dribbles and sudtle hidden movements (or at least she thought they were), then build to squirts and wiggling like her life depended on it. It wasn't only bad though, she began to notice the tingly feeling down below was quite pleasurable. In the end she'd push herself hard against the seat, as hard as she could, but it would burst out in a powerful stream anyways. Her teacher would punish her and she would cry of embarrassment, but her teacher would always tell her how she'd thank her someday, as situations like these would arise often as she grew. Her teacher turned put to be correct. Sometimes it would be half a day before a chance of sneaking to a chamber pot would would be possible. She was a proper lady, it's not like she could tell anyone but her chamber maid that was the reason needed for her departure. A lady never speaks of her private needs. And maybe she would put herself in those situations on purpous, definitely no one needed to such a thing as that. It's not like anyone would notice the trail of droplets she'd often leave on the elaborate marble flooring while on the way from the dining hall to her chamber pot. Long carriage rides were always the worst, or the best, depending on how you look at it. If she was unable to hold her water, there would be no hiding the large puddle that would form under her feet, even after the many layers of fabric in her skirts obsorbed much of it. But knowing she had nowhere to go and nothing to do except keep holding her muscles as tight as she could sent shivers down her spine, which is why she's been drinking cup after cup of tea all day. At this point in their ride, her need to pass water was getting very dire but they were getting close and she's held to her limit enough to know she could wait much longer. They had set out at eight in the morning and it was now two in the afternoon, with no breaks being had. She was in a carriage alone with her younger sister, Julia, while her parents rode in their own carriage ahead. Both carriages were decorated lavishly with carved wood and gold borders purely to flaunt the wealth of her family, yet it was lacking proper suspension for the wheels. Every bump and hole they passed over could be felt deep within her. She often wondered on these long journeys if her sister ever felt as she did. Amalie felt a tingle in her womanhood as she imagined Julia clenching her own. Sometimes she'd think she would see fidgeting or clenched fists but she was never sure if it was her own fantasies getting the best of her. As her mind wondered, time passed quickly and soon they had arrived at their destination, her aunt and uncles residence. It was a beautiful mansion just outside of town right before the woods began, with a garden to rival any royalty. It was merely days till her aunt Margery's fortieth birthday. The balls Margery would throw were know far and wide as being grand and exuberant, and her fortieth has promised to be the best yet. Being invited was considered a great honour, and many were as it was never a small affair. Already you could see the signs of many people arriving at the estate. Close friends and family would receive accommodations on the property, there were many extra rooms to spare. As Amalie stepped out of the carriage she noticed the scent of blooming flowers, the feeling a cool breeze after being locked in a moving box all day, and her need to pass her water. Thanks to the change in position, she felt the liquid inside her move downwards towards it's exit. As soon as both feet were on the ground she crossed her legs and bent over, pretending adjust her skirt. For a moment she was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as she squeezed her her hole shut. If done merely seconds later she may have lost it right there on the ground. It wasn't until that moment she realized how much tea she had really drank, and maybe should be finding a champer pot soon, no matter how much she's enjoying it. The servants coming to take all their belonging to each of their chambers arrived only a few moments after they had, four young men who looked to be gardeners. There was much help here as a property this big needed it, but even so, they were being stretched thin for all the event preparations. As she directed one of them with her bags, she attempted to stand as still as possible. It was difficult with the liters of liquid pressing down on her womanhood but she managed with only minor leg movements mostly hidden by the layers of her skirt. She remained courteous but short in order to get moving as soon as possible. She was proud of herself for being so sudtle. The servant assisting Amalie thought it seemed she was desperate to find a chamber pot but wouldn't dare say anything of such thing to a lady. By now the rest of her family had exited the carriages and all seemed eager to make their way inside, most likely for the same reason she was. As Amalies mother and father began walking down the unnecessarily long stone path towards the door, her and Julia followed closely behind, and the servants behind them. She knew just from the amount of time they had been cooped up that everyone must have to pass their water at least a little bit but no one wanted to show it, so they strolled leisurely. Much to slowly for her predicament. A couple times the movement of a slow pace became too much for her and she had to stop for a moment and pretend to take a look around or sniff a flower. To her luck the place was magnificent enough to warrant such a thing without raising suspicion. When they were getting close to to the grand door at the end of the path she knew relief was coming soon. She imagined squating over a chamber pot and relaxing her muscles, how her pent up water would shoot out with such force. Her imagination took hold of her and she almost didn't notice the feeling of it moving downwards towards her hole that was now clenched less tightly. It hit the tip of her womanhood and she squeezed with all her might. One drop pushed it's way out and in to her underclothes, and all she felt in that moment was pure pleasure beginning there and traveling up her spine and down to her toes. Better than any man could give her. She thought then maybe a stroll through the elaborate and extensive gardens first would be nice.
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  23. I enjoyed sharing my first story, and I thought I'd tidy up another, fairly recent adventure and share it here. (Note: contains alcohol) It was a breezy day in Autumn, and I had plans. I'd agreed to meet a couple of friends for lunch : it had been one their birthdays earlier that week, and we'd agreed to we'd treat her to lunch before doing some shopping. My two friends lived pretty close to one another and after the usual hundred or so WhatsApp messages we'd decided the details. I'd get the train to near them, we'd walk to lunch, then head to the shopping centre. I hadn't been there in a while, but I remembered the last time I was there I'd stubbornly refused to make use of the bathrooms, which were a bit out of the way, right by the lifts and always crowded. I'd spent a pleasant, slightly fidgety afternoon browsing around, and although I don't often like holding in company, the temptation was there. I fussed a bit with my outfit - the shopping centre was always boiling hot, but it was a chilly day. Tricky. I'd planned to wear a dress, but found I had no tights clean, so there was a bit of last minute kerfuffle. I added 'laundry' to my mental to-do list for later. As I was getting ready, I was swapping my things between handbags when I noticed a extra pad in one of the pockets. I'd bought some Always Discreet pads earlier in the year, purely to play around with, and while I wasn't wild about the scent, they were comfy, and I'd enjoyed using / misusing them , on and off. I still wasn't firmly committed to anything, but I left the pad where it was and headed off to the station I walked briskly, having spent a bit of time getting ready, but I made my train , just about. I was quite relaxed on the train, and not needy at all. I sipped a little water from my bottle and the journey went quite quickly. I was a little sluggish -the rush had meant I had no time to pick up a coffee on the way, and I was feeling the need for a mid-morning boost before all the walking and talking and browsing. I got off at the other end and walked to meet my friends, on time, but without much to spare. We took a little detour through a park, and I was delighted to see that as well as the usual little market stalls they have there on a Saturday, there was one of those little coffee trucks. I insisted we stop, got myself a drink, and sipped it while my friends browsed the stalls for a bit. We had some time before lunch and checked out one or two of the shops near the cafe, and as we stepped out from one of them in to the cold air I noticed the caffeine starting to nudge at my bladder. I've probably gotten used to that ritual of a mid-morning drink and a break straight after, but if I really ignore it, that urge can fade comfortably away for quite while, so I just focused on our conversation as we headed to lunch. We sat indoors at a corner table, and the birthday girl headed off to the bathroom. I felt a bit of a jealous twinge myself, but also that strange, vague contentment I get from denying myself, feeling both strong and silly, in a way. I think this was when I decided I was consciously going to avoid breaks, although I'm not sure I'd decided how long for. When she got back we ordered, and my other friend insisted we get some wine, it being a celebration. I made myself drink a little water before our drinks came, and again before food. The meal flew by, and by the time we left, we were into mid-afternoon. By now I had a sort of warm, comfy tug of need , quite a steady feeling of minor pressure,. My mouth was a little dry from the talking an the wine, and I clumsily refilled my water bottle from the jug on the table before we left. My other friend, who was not the birthday popped to the loo before we left, saying she how much she hated the toilets in the shopping centre. This reminded me of the mission I'd found myself on, and I felt a little vague cramp from my bladder at the thought off all that walking without relief. The cold air outside seemed to intensify my need a little ,as it always does. As we walked to the shops I found I was clenching just a little as I walked, my jeans felt a little tight, and I had the occasional tight feeling of urgency, but I could certainly wait, and I intended to. I was feeling relaxed, adventurous. Perhaps it was the wine! I took a big swig of water as we got to the shopping centre and first shop was quite quick – just a few bits of makeup. I was feeling pretty in control, the slight tightness still there but nothing major. I got a bit cocky, perhaps and decided to finish my water bottle in next shop. We were there a while, looking for a present for a friend, and while we debated out choices I took regular, casual sips of water. Eventually we got a consensus and headed out. Now things got more earnest. Clothes shopping. Friend A wanted a coat, and friend B needed a dress for a party, and we had our work cut out. I hadn't quite succeeded in finishing my water, so I threw it all back in a big gulp before we got to the next shop. We headed up an escalator and for some reason standing still while in motion made me notice my bladder that bit more. I wasn't in pain but I was distracted, a little sweaty even, and found I wasn't quite concentrating as well. My bladder felt heavy, and I noticed a slight throbbing feeling start as we stepped off. After the first clothes shop I was walking a little slower than my friends, being a bit ginger with my swollen bladder but I'm pretty sure I wasn't betraying my need at all. My friend's dress search took a while and involved a lot of time hanging around the changing rooms. The waiting made me notice my need to pee just that bit more – the throbbing was building just a little. I could have sat down on the benches nearby but I stood, shifting my weight a little from foot to foot, and that helped a lot. The dress search was still on and we popped next door. I was clenching my teeth a little as waves of pressure appeared from time to time, but I was still pretty controlled overall. I spotted something I sort of liked myself, and my friends pressed me to try it on. Getting changed was actually a little bit torturous, for me, the private space, the freeing feeling of getting my jeans off, but no release. I studied the dress, rubbed my hand a little over my bladder to soothe it. I felt a little thrill for being secretly squirmy in a public space, imagined the shock and shame of just letting go in the changing room. (I wouldn't, of course, I never make a mess for anyone else to deal with... but the image was delicious!) Dress duly scrutinised, and rejected, I queued up with my friend while she bought hers. I find queues are brilliantly awful places when you need to go. Time just stops. Eventually we left, and it was getting near evening. Friend B needed to head off soon, and suggested we grab a quick coffee before she went. I have a sort of rule, when I'm holding, that I won't deliberately avoid drinks, if they're offered, so we went to a cafe in the centre. I had a green tea, and filled my bottle up again from the water station by the till. I had my legs crossed on the hard cafe chair but was pretty pleased with how my little adventure was going. I felt tense, full, basically on top of things, but uncomfortable, the throbs starting to feel a little achey now. We drank our drinks quite quickly, and said goodbye to friend B. We were pretty shopped out, and friend A (the birthday girl) had some time to kill before she had to head out for dinner nearby. We walked out of the shopping centre, and as we left the cold air seemed to give me a real squeeze, my bladder feeling big and tight all of a sudden. I clenched my hand in my pocket and made myself breathe, focus on my conversation. We agreed we'd head for a quick drink before I caught my train back. My friend led us to a pub, and I found each step a little uncomfortable after my day without breaks. I found myself thinking about what sort of bathrooms the pub might have. I interrupted that thought and gave myself a 'No, Vee, we're almost there, you'll wait til you get home', kind of pep talk. I find that holding has that sort of momentum, sometimes, I don't like to ruin it by giving in too early. The green tea had taken some effect by now and I was noticing a sort of twingy, tingly feeling as we got in to the bar. The place was pretty busy I said I'd get the drinks, while my friend found us a table. Queueing at the bar I noticed I was squeezing my muscles to keep the feelings under control. I was sure I could wait, but I was finding it was taking more and more effort to keep things composed. I distracted myself by playing on my phone for a bit,, and my friend had helpfully text me to tell me where she'd sat. I took our drinks and found my friend, who less helpfully, immediately excused herself to go the loo when I arrived. I said I didn't need to join her, and would guard our table, instead, and I got myself as comfortable as I could while I waited for her, taking off my coat and draping an arm across my twitchy abdomen. I found myself fidgeting with my fingers a little, and found the throbbing sensation was getting more insistent. My friend seemed to take forever getting back to our table. While I waited I tried to think how long it was since my last pee, thinking fondly of my bathroom at home. I had one of those thoughts I have when I hold in company, realising that people might think it odd that hadn't used the toilet at all, so I resolved I 'd dive off when my friend got back, for appearances sake. We chatted a bit when she got back, and I excused myself and went off to the ladies. My bladder twinged hopefully when I got myself there, but I wasn't going to give in some easily. I waited for a stall, slipped in, and squeezed my legs together. I could do this. I decided to add something extra to the adventure, and fished the pad out of my bag. I breathed deeply, decided against sitting down in case I failed, and got my jeans and panties down. The action sparked a twitchy, urgent feeling but I got control, put the pad in place, and redressed. I was a bit rushed, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and I realised the shaky feeling I get when I'm starting to find control harder had arrived. I expected it would be better once I left, so I washed my hands hastily - and wow, that was hard. The water on my hands made my bladder leap, and for a minute I thought I'd have to rush back to the stall. I focused on my breath, made myself compose my face in the mirror, I looked sort of flustered, my mouth drawn tight – and dried my hands before heading back to the table. As we talked I was hunched forward in my chair, leaning closer to hear my friend, with one leg crossed,, and the posture really helped control the prodding discomfort my bathroom trip had triggered. I tried not to think too much about the train journey home, the spectacle of a wet spot on my jeans as I shuffled home coming to mind. The pad in my knickers felt kind of inviting - perhaps after my earlier experiments with them, my mind associated them with some release, as well as that sort of secure feeling I get from some padding, when I'm desperate. The vague awareness of security and temptation was perversely enjoyable. We finished our drinks – I'd let my friend do a lot of the talking in the last few minutes, while I tried to ignore my insistent need - and said our goodbye. I made myself walk quickly to the station, hoping to get an earlier train maybe, and the bouncing of my feet of the pavement jolted my bladder quite sharply. I felt heavy, my jeans were definitely a bit less comfy now, and I toyed with undoing my top button, but decided to keep walking. The wait on the cold platform for the train seemed impossibly long. I walked in a small circle on the platform, the motion distracting me from the tugging cramps I was getting quite often now. When the train arrived I rushed on, turned towards a seat, but decided to stand, allowing myself the space to shift my weight from foot to foot. I fumbled with my headphones as a distraction, listened to some music. As I got them out of my bag I noticed my full water bottle, and while I didn't really want to add anything to my day's intake, I reasoned that I'd had booze, coffee, tea, so it was best to hydrate. I crossed my legs as I took a slightly shaky sip, then another, before putting the bottle back, trying not to count down the stops back to mine. By the time I got off I had a fairly constant throb in my abdomen and could only think about getting home as quickly as a I could. I strode off, not being able to face the wait for a bus. Even if it might have been quicker overall, I couldn't stand the uncertain wait, after being on the platform earlier. At least this way I was in motion, in control, and I walked in time to the music, every step letting my bladder know that relief was coming, an the feeling on tension started to build as I got closer to home. Even when I'm not holding, consciously at least, I'm terrible for latch key desperation. I shuffled my keys out of my bag, crossing my legs as a discreetly as I could while I rummaged around. It felt nice to squeeze against the soft dry pad. The throb from below felt like a countdown timer I had no control over, and I felt I was racing to beat it through to the bathroom. My muscles felt quite tight and tired from holding on so long, and I imagined how good it would feel to unclench them. Mistake. As I shut the door, I felt a sort of shaky judder, and a little warmth, maybe? Had I leaked a little?..No time to worry, anyway, the pad would be fine. I dropped my bag and coat, my knees feeling quite wobbly, my breath was quite tight, and I was poised to rush to the bathroom at full tilt. I made myself stop for a second, just to see if I could. I managed it, standing quite upright, dancing a little from toe to toe. I considered my state . I'd made it, after all, and I deserved to enjoy the release. All the way home I'd pictured myself sat on the toilet, panting with relief, but when I'd got to the doorstep, I had a fleeting thought of dropping my keys, or failing to find them at all, and feeling the hours of tension burst and just soaking my jeans. I couldn't really decide how to end my hold, and in a way, I didn't want to. I was pacing a little bit now, my bladder twisting and pushing at me to make a choice. I gritted my teeth and tried to think. I didn't really want to have to wash the jeans, as I didn't have many clean, and was overdue some laundry, and the longer I dithered, the more of a risk that was. So, laundry....that was it! I'd do 'one more thing' before going. I always like that as a challenge, and one I'd focused on the practical job at hand, I felt I recovered a bit of composure. So I headed off to fetch the laundry basket. . Bending down was quite painful, and I definitely felt a little trickle as I set the basket down on the floor. I made a little gasp, and started dancing a little from foot to foot. Almost there! I loaded the machine, grabbing an old pair of pyjama bottoms out as I did. I headed to the bathroom with the pyjamas in one hand, bent over at the waist now, my bladder pulsing constantly, hard and angry. I yanked my jeans down as quickly as a I could - felt as if events had a mind of their own now and I was going to go soon, regardless. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them in to the corner in case of any more leaks. I stood up straight, pressed my thighs together for a second, The pad seemed to be pretty dry, having dealt with the leaks alright. I pulled my knickers down a little, snuck a look. I'd definitely leaked, but it didn't seem to be too bad, and the material has done its magic already. Pulling them down had a been a step too far, though, and I felt myself using every last bit of effort to stop the little dribble that escaped from turning in to a flood. I pulled them up, grabbed the pyjamas and stepped in to the shower. As I was pulling the trousers on I could feel myself giving in, the familiarity of the shower letting me relax finally, and I shivered as felt the first wave of moisture spreading over the pad, a tiny warm trickle at the side. I watched a smalll dark patch appear at the front, spread gradually down one leg. I could feel the liquid pooling over the pad as the flow got faster, some of it flowing towards the back, making the pyjamas cling there, but most of it escaping down the inside of my left leg. I felt light headed, still a little shaky, and gradually, as I kept going, my feet in the middle of a little puddle, the feeling of relief started to arrive, my shoulders relaxed, and a I gave a deep, low sigh. I held on to the shower wall to steady myself a bit, and took a while to take in the aftermath, before quickly getting in to cleanup mode, carefully binning the pad, getting the laundry done, and texting my friends to tell them how much I'd enjoyed the day out – and the wine!
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  24. Hello and thank you for having me! I'm a 24 year old girl who has always been into all things piss play since I can remember! I live in the southeast USA and I love anime, gaming, and black metal ^-^ I'm glad to have found a community where I can talk about things like omo and piss play without being judged 🙂
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  25. Hi! I'm 18F, and I've been lurking on this sub for a while. Realized I never introduced myself! I'm shy, so this kind if sub is really new to me. So I'm hoping to make some friends to help. I'm hoping to start taking some commissions, too. College is expensive! DM me so we can be friends 🙂
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  26. Hi all! Thought I'd share my first wetting experience with everyone this evening. Just also happens to be the one and only TRUE accident that I can remember. So what happened was that I was testing in what I believe was the 3rd grade. And being the shy kid I was I never asked to use the restroom.... y'all probably know how this ends... soooo almost through the test I was DESPERATE as I've ever been. And as the teacher was reviewing my work (which wasn't great because I couldn't concentrate) I let out a little... well more than a little. ... like kinda a lot. Probably a good 4 or 5 second before i could get it under control..... luckily I was wearing dark shorts and all that really got wet was my underwear and shorts. Not the most " lucky" I know. But no puddle! 🙂 Soo.... I quickly ask if I can use the restroom.. yeah I didn't have to go all that bad anymore.... but I quickly went and I reckon no one ever saw as I walked out and to the bathroom Hurst about as quick as I could. To finish. I checked myself out and cleaned up the best i could lol. To this day I doubt think anyone Ever found out. (It was close to the end of the day... like maybe an hr. Till 3). So that's my first experience! Please reply what you think or message me! 🙂 I hope you like it! Ps this was a really embarrassing moment for me because i wasn't into wetting at this time.
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  27. The thing about falling asleep is you never "know" when it happens. You can only register such things when you're awake. The day shift worker responsible for shutting off the brain clocks out before the one in charge of officially switching the body from awake to asleep. So that's bad news for an 18-year-old girl lying in her bed, waiting for the bathroom to open. Especially when the pillow is so comfortable, the sheets so warm and inviting, and the darkness filling the room. Her body starts to assign tasks over to autopilot. Blinking gets slower and slower until her eyes are closed. Her breathing steadies and slows down to a pace that's enough to keep the air flowing but not much more. And the brain begins to turn off. One by one, the day shift clocks out and the night shift checks in. The night shift is great at what they do: Forming the days' events into memories, dreaming, checking to make sure the heart is pumping, and sending the right proteins to repair muscles so they're fresh tomorrow. But they're not so prepared for a full bladder. It's not even on their radar. They're used to the routine: She pees before bed, and then pees when she gets up. As far as they're concerned, it's a day shift problem. So there's nothing in place to actually receive the signal when bladder cries out. "Just flip over," are the only instructions her body gets, and so she does. Meanwhile her bladder is confused. It's sending the right signals but not waking her up. It has more liquid inside than it can handle. "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP" it sends up to the brain, but again the calls go unanswered. A quick spurt of pee eases the pressure, wetting her underwear beneath her pajamas. Surely this will get the brain's attention? No dice. Time for another spill, this time a few seconds. The pee streams out, wetting through her underwear into her pajamas, gravity bringing it down the back of her leg and even getting the sheets wet. "LAST CALL," her bladder pleads to her brain. But the only thing her brain registers is the sudden rise in temperature between her legs, a pleasant warmth. And so her bladder calls the whole thing off. Walks off, closes shop, shuts it down.... her brain obviously isn't listening so her bladder decides it's not going to do it's job either and just lets go. And go it does, the hot yellow pee flowing freely into her underwear, her pajamas, and her bed. With nothing in place to stop the presses the stream hisses out of her, puddling up beneath her hip and pooling down to her knee. Her brain feels nothing but the continued warmth down her leg. Even just a quarter full, there's no stopping now. She lies still in bed, blissfully asleep as she completely pees in her bed, sweet relief to her bladder. A day-shift brain worker suddenly stumbles in and realizes what's going on. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!" it asks, causing her to finally snap awake.
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  28. I need to pee and I need to pee now. already spurting
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  29. Thank you all for your feedback - it seems most lean towards being in favor or impartial to them. I've gone back to a more middle ground, which was my original idea, of using one custom icon at the start of each category to help make individual categories easier to identify. This will become more important in the future once we have a dedicated Padded / Omutsu forum category (which is still being set up right now).
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  30. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
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  31. sophiasmith.rar View File My collection of Sophia Smith peeing videos, to add to the forum thread recently created. Nudity in some of them. Submitter ramrod66 Submitted 12/10/2019 Category Peeing
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  32. Hey, I think you did a great job putting together the story! Aside from the small corrections that Grammarly would probably yell at me to fix, I think this does well to set up the story's cause, effect, and conclusion as an omo-based story would often want to do. I do enjoy Splatoon-based hijinks, and tying in the demands of the competitive scene was a neat idea. My only real critique, and do know that not every story needs a lot of this, is that some parts felt they lacked a bit of extra sustenance, or lacked a bit of added detail. I still believe going simple is a fine approach, and I did enjoy reading through this. However, I understand some readers like that added pizazz now and then. Otherwise, for your first fanfic on here, you did great, Clem. 😁
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  33. I. Relatively popular... there are clearly more than zero, but I'm shocked by how few videos show "visibly fighting to hold even through visible leaks" II. Holding videos where you can actively see how hard a finger is pressed. III. I'm sorry that the rest of this comment is past the edge of off topic for the forum (but on topic for the thread!) but I'd love any help... I've tried REALLY hard to find have been videos of "orgasm desperation" -- where a woman is trying to postpone or delay orgasm despite being likely to fail or failing because she can't or is not allowed to remove the stimulation. For me personally this situation is VERY adjacent to pee desperation. "Orgasm Torture" sounds horrible yet brings up the best amateur vid I've ever found on PH... "Orgasm denial" videos, even when they are of women, are usually inside out from this -- someone trying to cum and not being able to because the stimulation is removed. These are the best (to me) moments in edging videos... but are sadly not that common because they don't focus on the struggle right at the edge...
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  34. Diaper Fiction

    Buy cutBarry writes hot sex scenes very well. However, larger contexts and more assertive women contain my favorite desperation and sexual memories. Relating to very little context and not equal partners just reminds of sex that wasn't all that great. As fiction readers omo fans appear to cover the whole range.
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  36. I have several I ripped from other sites Cute and Funny Brit Girl Long Pee Compilation - Pornhub.com.mp4 I have several more, I just don't know how to upload them all at once on here without paying for WinRar
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  37. CHAPTER 4 It was 14 days since the "incident" as Brooklyn described it, and she had been hard at work. Alongside her typical duties as secretary for the commander, she had been striving to make Cleveland's dream of an "Omorashi paradise" a reality. It was no simple matter, you could not just have a chat with the commander, several letters and documents had to be sent and signed. Such things were also put on the back-burner, there was a war on, so it was a miracle it took only 2 weeks. The commander did not ask what omorashi was, he didn't know and didn't care, and gave the go-ahead. The "Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activites Association" was born. Cleveland looked at the piece of paper as if it was written in Gibberish "That is so fuckin wordy it's ridiculous. It's a piss and sex club, not a god damn resort for billionaires." Brooklyn rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's uncouthness "it's the official title for the records, you can use something different but within reason." She then returned to filling out a requestion form for measuring jugs. Cleveland opened Brooklyn's office mini-fridge and started on her second bottle of water since joining her."Just knock off everything between Omorashi and association, makes it not sound like it was written by a Harvard professor. The ALOA has a nice ring to it, certainly better than ALOAOUBSAA." Brooklyn neatly arranged her papers and put them in a tray to be shipped off later, "Well I have some more good news for you Cleve, I got a private building for us to use." She handed Cleveland a description of the building and a picture. It was a single-story white brick building with brownish-orange tiles on the roof. "Looks nice." Cleveland remarked, "But where is it?". Brooklyn shut the fridge door that Cleveland had left ajar and checked her watch. "I've finished my shift as of 2 minutes, so let's take a walk, and I will show you." Cleveland downed the rest of her water before following her. She was brimming with excitement just as her bladder brimmed with something else. The two marched out of the central area of the base, a bustling hub of activity, and toward the outskirts. They passed offices, sheds and warehouses on the way, Cleveland whistling "The star-spangled banner" while Brooklyn stayed silent. They went down paths that were paved but scarcely used, trees stretched high and untrimmed on either side, birdsong filled the air. They had arrived at the bases outer limits and now stood before the building in question. Cleveland scrutinised it "It's a bit remote, but it will do." Brooklyn fished a pair of keys out of her pockets, handing one to Cleveland. "I picked it: A because it was free, B because it was maintained up until recent, C because it is private, and D you can do whatever you want in the woods around it." The wooden main door swung open, daylight flooded into the spacious main hall. The pair stepped in and surveyed the scene. The large room looked like a dance studio with its wooden floor and white walls. On the far end was a large sliding door that led out back into a small grass-covered yard, the fence marking still there. On the left directly at the entrance was a utility room marked with an electrical hazard sign. On the right directly across was an empty storage room. Furthur up each wall was another door. "This was to be an additional support building for planned barracks if sailors came here in large numbers" Brooklyn announced as she read the sheet she had brought with her. "Due to the decision to make this island only for Azur Lane and authorised person, this building became surplus to requirements." "That was, however, recent enough not to let this place fall into disrepair. Some paint here and there should be enough to make this place shine." Cleveland giggled with glee. "Brooklyn I cannot thank you enough, come here." She seized Brooklyn into a hug before walking around the room. Brooklyn carefully followed the instructions she had been given, flicking switches and pressing buttons in the utility room, before pulling the master power lever. With a whir and soft hmmm, the lights of the building came on. Cleveland nodded her head as she surveyed the now lit room "It'll need a dust" she stepped in the dirt "and a mop." Brooklyn had unlocked the back door and peeked her head out, "add a bit of gardening to that list." Gathering at the right-hand door, Cleveland opened gently. The room turned out to be a long stretch of showers, no door to each cubicle and only a head height wall between where each person would be. At the end of the hall lay a single toilet stall, it stared down the row of showers directly at the door. "Well, at least it's there if we need it," remarked Cleveland. Brooklyn looked a bit puzzled "Only one toilet, weird." "Brook I'm sure most of them would just let it rip in the shower, come on let's check out the other door." The left side door opened to a carpeted hallway with one door at the end and on the right close to them. The closet door revealed a small kitchen, fridge and cooker still hooked up and ready to go. Brooklyn looked at her information sheet "The main hall we entered into was a mess hall, soldiers could eat there then shower." Cleveland grinned "However designed this place has my thanks" she twisted the tap handle, and cool water poured out. Brooklyn shuddered "Oooohhh, I still have to pee after work" she held herself and started to shift around. "Great!!" declared Cleveland "I do as well, and I have an idea. But before that, let's check the last room." The last room was bare. The blue carpet was the only indicator anyone had ever set foot in here. "Well, we got a room for random bullshitery, great, let's head back into the hall." Brooklyn was practically dragged into the hall by Cleveland who was bouncing off the walls. "When ships are launched, a bottle of something is smashed against them to celebrate, correct Brooklyn?" Brooklyn was perplexed "errrrrm, yes, why is that relevant?" Cleveland pulled off her panties. "C-cleveland wh-what are you doing?" Brooklyn turned her head in embarrassment. "Well we are shipgirls, so there is the link to ships, this is a celebration to mark the founding of the Azur Lane Omorashi Association, and we have no bottle. So I decided why not pee on the floor instead. It fits with Omorashi and its liquid." Brooklyn sighed "I see what you mean, but would it not be better just to get something from our room?" Cleveland shook her head "No no no that misses the point, this place will be packed with pee filled endeavours, so let the first liquid on its floor be pee. Besides, wine or champagne is used all the time, it's boring". Brooklyn reluctantly removed her panties "If it makes you happy, then let's do it." Both spread their legs wide, hands-on their hips and taking a deep breath. Brooklyn started peeing first, her urine coming out in a sprinkler like flow pattering on the ground like heavy rain. She manoeuvred her hips, to stop the spray from hitting her shoes and; it landed on some leaves brought in by the breeze. Cleveland, on the other hand, forced out her bladder's contents in a powerful stream that splattered off the wooden floor, spots landing on her stockings not that she cared. Her stream's force caused dirt underneath her to be washed away, her puddle snaking around her shoes and towards the still-open front door. "NOW THIS IS FREEDOM!!" she shouted, she started to walkabout letting her stream leave a trail in the dust behind her. Brooklyn rubbed her cheeks "This is slightly disgusting if I'm honest" she looked down to see yellow liquid gather under her. "The whole point of this place to piss wherever and however you want, if you don't like just doing it on the floor I'm sure we will find something to your liking. Besides, this place needed a clean anyway, we are just loosening the dirt." Brooklyn thought about the future as their streams came to a halt. 4 days and many bullins later, the building was ready. Cleveland glanced around the now fresh hall with pride. Her dream was, at last, a reality. Brooklyn came up behind her and interlocked their fingers. "The supplies you wanted should come within a few hours, the bullins say all the showers and other things in here work and that everything is open for business." Cleveland pecked her on the cheek "Thank you". Brooklyn glowed "No problem Cleveland, but there is one problem. Who is going to come here?" Cleveland gave her a head pat "I'll scout out people who I have good reason to believe are into Omorashi while we are still small and when we grow to a certain size, I'll look into putting the word out into the wider world. I just need to figure out how that will happen and when." Brooklyn returned the head pat "Got any idea who will be first?" Cleveland smiled "I do." "COME ON PUNCH IT HARDER!!". Cleveland knocked the trainer dummy off its supports and across the room. She wiped the sweat from her brow before accepting a water bottle handed to her. "Your getting good Cleveland, keep up the good work." Cleveland weakly gave a thumb up panting hard "Hey do you mind if we speak for a bit?" Tennessee, head of training froze. Her bladder felt like one of her 14-inch shells inside her, its bulge would easily be spotted by one who knew what they were looking for. Her sweat now had dual meaning, she was tired after training, but she was also busting for the loo. Her pride and stubbornness would not let her leave for the toilet like a little girl. She resolved to hold it before responding. "Yeah what do you need?" FINISH WELL IM STARVED WHO WANTS SOME JAMBALAYA Thanks to everyone for reading this. This was the first time ive written a story from start to finish and im super happy about it. For anyone wondering about the future of the ALOA (Azur Lane Omorashi Association) fear not for this is only the beginning.
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  38. The School Trip - Part 6 Lula stepped onto the coach in a huff. She cradled her pillow in her folded arms. He must hate me now. He thinks I’m avoiding him. Everything’s ruined. Rosie hates me. She thinks it’s my fault. Should never have come on this stupid trip. Why would she even do that ‘game’? Lula picked a pair of seats a few rows in front of the toilet and slumped over towards the window. She hugged her pillow tightly and stared out the window towards the sea. It was still dark grey and rough. The waves rolled and slapped against the beach. She felt like he wanted to cry. She had no idea where she stood with her best friend and boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend? We both said… I don’t know… Students shuffled past and down the aisle. She ignored the passing conversations. She pushed her earphones in and began to drown out everyone and everything. She fought hard to stop her eyes swelling. Lula felt a heavy slump beside her. She ignored it. She felt a solid weight rest on her left shoulder. An arm slithered underneath her own and squeezed it tight. Lula still refused to react. Nothing happened for a while. The coach rumbled and the seats gently vibrated as it started moving off. Lula felt a tug at her arm. She sighed and rubbed the sleeve of her jumper over her eyes. She pulled out her left headphone and finally turned round. “What?” she asked. “Sorry” murmured Rosie. “What for?” Lula asked bluntly. “I was excited for you. I was too forceful” “You were a bit, yeah” “I thought you’d want to talk about it” “I didn’t think you’d follow through with…” Lula began to speak but Rosie squeezed her arm tighter. Rosie shook her head. Lula shifted her heard to see Rosie was wearing a pair of black leggings and was drowning in an oversized blue hoodie. She was cuddled up to Lula and both her legs were folded onto the seat. I don’t get it. She’s literally been my rock for the last few months and always so confident but the moment something happens it’s like she comes to me for support? Like I’m more… powerful? Nah. More mature? “Nothing happened though” Lula eventually admitted. “Nothing?” “Nothing” “That would have been really easy to admit earlier” Rosie said gently, looking up at Lula. “Like I said. I never thought you’d actually…” Rosie shook her head again and nestled her head into Lula’s arm. Lula pulled away. “I can’t keep doing this” she admitted sternly. Rosie looked up astonished. “What?” she asked shyly. “This… like… you’re happy and confident then you… have a… you know… and you shut me out. Like earlier. I don’t like it” Lula’s heart was thumping as she was admitting her annoyance. Rosie scrunched p her face. “I don’t want to be a bitch but is this not all… weird? The… pee stuff?” Lula asked, lowering the sound of her voice as she said the word pee. “I… have to live with it?” Rosie admitted. Lula immediately felt bad. She’d convinced herself Rosie was just messing about every time. “Sorry” “You thought it wasn’t… real?” Rosie asked, moving away from Lula’s arm. “Not that” Lula looked away. “What then?” “I don’t know. It’s just hard for me to…” “Hard for you?” Rosie’s tone lowered. “I didn’t mean… I thought…. You might… It might… be a like, thing?” Lula struggled to get her words out. “A thing?” “Yeah like, you like it? You’ve never actually answered that?” “Why, do you?” Rosie deflected, once again. Lula shifted in her seat. “I asked you” Lula threw back. Rosie looked away, still leaning into Lula’s shoulder. “Eating” Rosie murmured. “Sorry, eating?” Lula asked. “Breathing. Sleeping” Rosie continued. “What?!” Lula asked, confused. “Walking. Drinking. Peeing” “What are you on about?” “You get used to doing these things” Rosie continued, still looking away. “Okay?” “They become normal, right? You just… do them? Know them? Get used to them? That’s what I’ve had to do. I’d stop it if I could but can’t. I’ve wished for it to stop. I want it to stop. I don’t want to worry” Rosie admitted. Lula couldn’t believe what her friend was saying. This was the most she’d ever said about the topic. She tensed her arm and squeezed Rosie’s arm which was interlocking her own. “Could you imagine? Living with it?” Rosie asked, looking back at Lula. The eye contact felt awkward. “Just imagine. Hiding it from your friends. Hiding it from everyone. Having to try and control it. Then BAM” Lula jumped at the suddenness. “Your best friend might understand. You might be able to open up and speak about it. Admit it” Lula was starting to feel awful. Is she guilt tripping me? Is she being serious? “So no… I don’t like it but I’m used to it. I just hate when it happens when I don’t want it to” “You’re okay when you control it?” Lula mustered up the courage to ask. Rosie sighed. “Yeah. Like you” Rosie replied. Lula’s heart skipped a beat. What does she mean like me? Anyone can control it right? Am I thinking too much into this because I like it? Lula didn’t know how to respond. “Like now” Rosie eventually continued. “What?” “Now” Rosie carried on. She looked down and lifted her left leg slightly. Within seconds a pulse of wetness formed in the crotch of her black leggings. As quickly as it shone, it disappeared. She lowered her leg. “What the…” Lula began. “In control” Rosie said calmly. “Why…” “Look, if I wanted I could soak this whole seat right now but I won’t” “No, don’t!” “So could you if you wanted” “I wouldn’t…” “Exactly. The only thing stopping you if you not wanting to” “…Right” Lula agreed. “Does that answer your question?” Lula paused for a while. She’s right. I don’t ‘want’ to pee in the seat. Neither does she. But she wanted to wet in the woods on those walks home? She wanted to wet in the cinema? She wanted to wet in the taxi? She wanted to wet the bed? She wanted ‘me’ to wet the bed? She wanted to wet last night after the beach? She didn’t want to this morning. OH! She WANTED to those other times. She DOES want to. Sometimes? Maybe? She knows she can control it but… for ease? She knows she can get away with it? No one knows? She likes it? “I think so?” Lula questioned. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Whether you understand all that? And I think you do otherwise you wouldn’t have when I’ve asked?” Lula didn’t respond. She knew Rosie was right. She was oh so right. “Well?” Rosie asked. How does she always go from confident to victim to confident again? “Well what?” Lula asked with ignorance. “Why did you agree to do it all those times?” Lula felt her face pulsating with heat. “Because yoouu wanted to…too?” Rosie asked. Lula clenched her right fist and tightly grasped the pillow. She wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. She wanted this conversation to be over. She sighed. “I…” she began. “Like it?” Rosie asked. Lula took a deep breath. She slumped her head into the back of the seat and tilted her head to look out the window. She slowly nodded. Rosie smiled and snugged back into Lula’s arm. The two said nothing for the rest of the journey. Lula opened her eyes to the sound of Mrs. Jones talking about cleaning the coach. She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. Rosie was still asleep and leaning into Lula’s left side, her arm still interlocked with Lula’s. She gently prodded Rosie who choked slightly and sat bolt upright. “Huh? Oh” she spluttered as she realised they were back at the school. She looked at Lula and they exchanged smiles. Nothing needed to be said. One by one the students stepped off the coach and back out into the bitter cold winter air. School had finished about half an hour ago so they were the only students around. A few cars were waiting in the car park. The exhaust fumes were smoking upwards and around each vehicle. The smell of the fumes were quite strong. The cars had obviously been a while. “Hey” A bubble surrounded Lula as she was stunned to a halt. She knew that voice. “About earlier…” Tom continued. “It’s okay” Rosie interrupted, “I had an accident and Lula was helping me” she seemed bubbly again. Why the fuck did she just admit that? “What… oh… okay” Tom murmured. “Rosie why would you…” Lula began. “It’s okay. If you trust him then so do I” Rosie smiled. Lula was adamant Rosie had welled up slightly. “Huh huh, she’s joking” Lula awkwardly stammered. Rosie shook her head in silence mouthing ‘no I’m not’ behind Lula. Tom thought it was comical. “You trust me?” he joked. “I’m sorry about earlier” Lula admitted. She could barely look him in the eye. Tom leaned in for a hug and rested his chin and mouth on Lula’s head. The bubble around Lula shrunk and felt skin tight between the two of them. Her head was once again deep into his chest. She felt comfortable and safe. Tom pulled away left Lula flustered. “See you soon?” he questioned, letting go of Lula and walking away. That… went okay? “Aaawwwwwwrhhhh” Rosie whispered in Lula’s left ear. “Why did you say that?” Lula snapped, turning to face Rosie. “You’re welcome?” “Literally a minute ago you were almost crying into my shoulder and now you’re telling him?” “You trust him?” Rosie asked. “What, yes?” Lula replied. “Then you’re welcome” Lula sighed, confused. “Want a lift home?” Rosie asked, point to her Mum’s car. What… yeah, sure. “Yeah, sure” Lula said, sighing once again. “Looooolaaaaaa” shrieked Molly, Rosie’s Mum, as they walked towards the car. Molly hopped over to Lula and hugged her. “Who was that!?” she asked, wide eyed and excitable. Lula loved Rosie’s Mum. She was always so kind and open. “Who?” she asked trying to avoid the question. “Mum, stop asking Lula about her boyfriend” Rosie joked. “A… a BOYfriend?” Molly gasped. Lula’s heart dropped. She snapped her head in Rosie’s direction and put on her angry face. “He’s not… we’re not…” “It’s okay Lula, your secret is safe with us!” she reassured her. All my goddamn secrets better be safe with you both. Lula noticed that Rosie was shuffling around in the back of the car whilst Molly kept asking questions about the trip. Lula still felt annoyed that Rosie had straight up said to her Mum about Tom. “What did you both do?” Moly asked enthusiastically. “We did some stuff on the beaches and had loads of free time this morning” Lula responded. “Ooh, what did you do this morning?” Rosie rolled her eyes. “Well, we just checked the shops” “Anything nice?” Molly kept looking up into the rear view mirror to look at Lula as they exchanged words. “Just lots of stuff” Lula replied. She loved Molly but damn could she talk. *tap tap tap* Lula looked down at her hand then up at Rosie. Rosie’s expression had changed. Her thighs were pressed tightly together and her calves one over the other. Lula lowered her eyebrows and gestured ‘no’ by shaking her head. Rosie shrugged her shoulders and nodded towards her Mum, raised her eyebrows and quickly nodded. “What?” Lula mouthed. “It’s okay” Rosie mouthed back. She scrunched her face then looked down. She tapped Lula’s hand a few more times. Lula looked down also. A quick stream of liquid shot from Rosie’s crotch and between her legs. It began to pool between her thighs. Lula sat there wide eyed. “What the fuck?!” she mouthed to Rosie. “Do anything good on the beach?” Molly asked. “Uh, what? Oh, nah, it was… research? For the GCSE students” Lula was trying to answer the question and stare at Rosie at the same time. “Ahh, must have been nice to get away for a few days though?” Molly asked. A shallow pool began to form underneath Rosie’s backside. The leather car seat allowed the pee to form and spread. “Yeah?” asked Molly. “What, oh, yeah” Lula replied. She’s said before her Mum knows. She’s okay with it? I think Rosie said that before. But why now? Is she proving a point? What will Molly say? The stream quickly subsided. The black leather seat shone as the car passed streetlights. It seemed as if Rosie’s leggings had absorbed the all the puddle other than what was obviously beneath Rosie’s backside in the dip of the seat. How many times has she done that in the car? “What the fuck?” Lula mouthed again. “It’s okay” Rosie whispered. “What?” Molly asked, looking into the rear view mirror again. “Nothing” Rosie responded. Has Molly seen? Does she know? Is she used to it? Did she ignore it?The car pulled up outside Lula’s house and she gave thanks to Molly. Molly left the driver’s seat to help Lula get her suitcase from the boot. Rosie waved from the car window as they drove off. Rosie: “Not the first time it’s happened” Lula: “Will she not be angry?” Rosie: “A little bit. She’s used to it though” Lula: “Can’t believe you did it” There was no reply after that. Lula slumped down onto her bed and took a deep breath, smelling the freshly washed duvet. Her phone vibrated again. Rosie had sent a picture of her soaking crotch and her fingers holding up a peace sign. Lula: “Why” Lula’s hear began to race as she looked at the picture. She was, if anything, jealous. She’s literally wet four times during this trip. She got away with each one. How does she do it?
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  39. I came across this one while browsing pornhub, the background music is kinda annoying but the video itself is pretty good. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ca9714334c97
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  40. Hello everybody. Its been a while since I last posted a story, so I thought I might share an accident that happened this winter. It was around February when this happened. A big snowstorm had blown though, so of course I had to clear the driveway so I could get my car out. The snow was actually halfway up the doors so I knew it would probably take a while. So that morning, I had something to eat and went to the bathroom before going out. I changed out of my pajamas, and into my black spandex catsuit. I know its a weird choice, but its warm, comfortable and would work well under my snowsuit. (I actually didn't plan on wetting myself that day, so it was just a coincidence I wore clothes that would make peeing more difficult.) Anyways, after I put on my catsuit I zipped up my one piece snowsuit, put on my boots, hat and gloves and went outside. It took a while just to get the snowblower out of my driveway because the snow was piled up so high. But I eventually got it out and started clearing the remaining driveway. Probably after a half an hour I got my first urge to pee. But I figured it wouldn't be too much longer so i ignored it. But the feeling was growing fast. After another 15 minutes or so, I really had to pee bad. So I stopped and thought on what I should do. I thought I could just go back inside to pee, but taking off everything would probably take too long. Also I couldn't squat to pee outside cause I was wearing a catsuit. So then I realized the only realistic option was to wet myself right there. I thought about it for a few seconds, but just decided to pee anyways. Nothing wrong with that. So I did. I felt great relief as I felt my pee running down my legs. The pee probably lasted almost a minute. After I finished peeing, I kept on clearing my driveway. It took me almost two hours to clear the whole thing. After I finished outside and put the snowblower away, I went back inside to inspect the damage. After I took off my snowsuit, I saw that my catsuit legs were soaked all the way down. But surprisingly no pee escaped the snowsuit. Most of it was absorbed by the snowsuit and my boots. So I also took off my catsuit, and put them both in the wash. Then walked upstairs to take a shower. I hope you guys enjoyed this story! I know Ive mainly been posting experiences about snowsuits, but don't worry. I will post more leggings accidents as the weather warms up around here.
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    Katie returns from work in a white top and black mini skirt bursting for a wee after being stuck in traffic. Little does she know that the door is locked and she can't get in! She tries to hold herself, but it's too much, and she sits outside and hard through her panties. Amazingly, the miniskirt is pee-proof, and Katie makes a lake of pee, so her panties are swimming in her piss. She rubs her pussy through her knickers dipping her fingers into her pee puddle - even her top gets wet! She pulls down the skirt at the front, and all the pee runs off the seat. Katie stands up and turns to show you the full damage - the back of her panties are almost see thru
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    2 JAV Clips of Japanese Women desperate on a train. from HONE-246 and IPX-360
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  43. I knocked this one up pretty quickly. I hope it's alright! It was 16:30. Jade had been busy on boring training course all day. She'd had enough and she was super excited to get home. As she left the training room she headed for the toilets. She knew she had a 2 hour drive ahead of her and was sure it would be best to go first. She wanted to be quick as she knew how much of a nightmare it would be to get out of the busy car park if she left it any longer. She hurried to the toilets on the ground floor. "Closed for Cleaning. Please use other facilities" read the sign stuck on the door. Jade pondered over the situation for all of 2 seconds and then hurried towards the car park. She knew if she didn't get a move on that she'd be trapped at the barriers for 25 minutes as car after slow car pulled out onto the main road. She dived into the car, buckled up, and ignored the slight twinge she felt in her bladder. There wasn't time for peeing right now, she'd just go at a services somewhere. Jade joined the motorway quickly. It wasn't far from the training building to the main roads and she was happy to be making good time. She knew she had to pee, but she was confident that she'd easily make the next services. After all she would be able to grab a nice coffee as well! The traffic was moving well. Too well. Jade was zooming up the fast lane when she saw the slip road off to the services. It was far too late! There was no way she'd be able to maneuver over in time without causing a massive crash. Her bladder once again made it's self noticed. This time a little more than previously. "Next services - 28 miles" read the next sign. "That's fine!! Only 25 minutes away! I can wait that long" Jade thought to her self. She turned the volume up on her music and carried on driving, totally ignoring the warnings her poor bladder was sending her. Suddenly the brake lights on the car in front lit up. Jade had to slam her brakes on. The seat belt tightened suddenly around her waist. She whimpered and as she came to a stop suddenly realized how bad of a situation she was in. Bumper to bumper traffic as far as she could see. This was the last thing she needed with her bladder in the state that it was. She turned the music back up and began to focus on her need. There was nothing else too think about whilst trapped in her car. Every little twinge was teasing her mind. She began to panic, her previous wetting still fresh in her mind. The traffic didn't move for at least 20 torturous minutes. The whole time nothing to focus on other than her bulging bladder. The traffic slowly started to move. The stop start made it impossible to clamp her legs tight together, she had to press the clutch. Ever time she had to lift her foot off the pedal, it spread her legs just slightly. Another 15 minutes of traffic past. By now her bladder was seriously begging for relief. She hadn't peed for 6 hours now and 3 big coffees were firmly pressed against the inside of her pee hole, trying to escape. Suddenly the traffic started moving. Instantly Jade got excited. Maybe she could make it to the next services! They were only 25 miles away and with the traffic speeding up quickly she would only have to last 20 or so minutes. Every maneuver she performed was with sheer desperation to make it to the next services dry. She was driving much worse than normal and felt bad for people she was inconveniencing. At the same time she didn't care at all! She needed to get to those services fast! Gear change after gear change tormented her poor tingling pee hole. She unzipped the side of her skirt to release the pressure on her bladder but it hardly helped. What it did do was give her access to her private area. She gently slid her hand down the front of her skirt and gripped her self gently between her legs. "Just 10 minutes to go! You can hold it Jade! You're a big girl!" she thought to her self as she squeezed her self tightly. Each gear change she had to remove her hand from down below, and each time she almost lost it. Her poor bladder begging for relief the whole time. Suddenly the car in front braked hard. Jade stamped on the brakes as well. Instantly the belt tightened hard around her waist and she felt her private area suddenly warm up! "Noooooo! Noooooo!" She whimpered as a hot spurt sprayed into the inside of her tight panties. "Please noooo! Not again." She had a choice to make now. Re hold her wet private area, and get her gear stick all wet with pee or resist and try not to totally soak her self in her nice leather car seats. She opted to hold and instantly slid her hand down the front of her wet panties and grabbed tight. She looked up and saw the sign for the services. Just 2 miles to go! She had to make it. She couldn't ruin her lovely car! She felt her bladder spasm and grabbed her self tight again, her fingers hot and wet with pee. She felt a spurt leak out again! Things were getting serious. She had to contain her pee any way possible. She slid her hand down the front of her leggings and panties and pressed her fingers hard into her pissy pussy. It hurt to hold her self this way, but if it sealed her pee hole shut she would put up with anything! Jade pulled off up the slip road to the services. She had a choice to make now. Try and make it into the services and risk being seen wetting her self by everyone, or park as far away as possible and hope to pop a squat behind the car. Jade being embarrassed about having a wet private area already chose to park as far away as possible. She pulled into a space right at the back of the car park. She had to zip her skirt back up before getting out the car otherwise it would fall down. She slowly zipped up, the pressure building hard in her bladder. Her pussy released another leak! She had to get out now! She swung the door open and jumped out, fumbling to get her leggings down from under her leather skirt. It was difficult business. She looked around as she struggled and noticed a car coming towards her. "No way are they parking up here! Please no!" Jade was seriously panicking. Her poor little pee hole was giving way and she had to do something fast. She quickly rushed around the back of the car and opened the boot. She leaned in to look as if she was getting something out. It was then that her poor worn out pee hole gave up it's impressive fight. She felt her pussy warm up as her bladder began to empty it's self into her panties and leggings. She looked down and watched as the pee splashed down the inside of her legs from up her skirt. "Noooo! Not again!" She whispered to her self as her ankle boots filled with the hot pee. She finally finished about 45 seconds later. There was a huge puddle around her feet and her boots with totally full to the top with pee. What was she going to do?! The other car finally moved from near by and Jade had to quickly formulate a plan. She slid one of her ankle boots off and her cute bare little toes were dripping with warm pee. She tilted it over and tipped all the pee out and then slid her soaked little foot back into it. She then did the same with the other. She removed her legging from under her skirt and put them into a plastic bag in the back of the car and then settled back into the drivers seat. The whole hour and 30 minute drive back her pissy panties clinged to her wet pussy and her poor little feet were all wet and warm in her ankle boots. Joe
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  44. "Sure, just a sec." Elizabeth swung by the toilet before she grabbed a pack of soda for herself and her sister. Julie was practically bouncing on her bed when Ellie entered. Julie was a year older at seventeen, but Ellie was clearly the more mature one. For some reason, their mother couldn't quite see it. She always trusted Julie more, had always given her a larger allowance, and generally made sure Ellie knew she was the younger daughter – because Julie was a year older, and also, maybe, because Julie didn't have a waterproof mattress cover on her bed. "I'm so going to beat you," Julie said. It was a Sunday ritual: Mario Kart. Neither girl was a gamer. Gaming was a matter for boys with acne who talked about raids and clans and LANs. But both girls were fiercely competitive, and once either of them had picked up a game of any sort, the other had to be better. Lately, Julie had gotten the better of her, but Ellie wasn't going down without a fight this time. She opened a can of soda and handed Julie another. "Let's agree that the first race is a practice lap, it doesn't count," Ellie suggested. She needed a psychological edge, and perhaps some dirty moves on the practice run could psych her sister out. As she glanced over, she noticed that Julie still hadn't bothered getting out of her pink Pjs, and it was already early afternoon. Her sister was quite the sight, dirty-blond bedhead and crystal blue eyes. She could have any boy she wanted, Ellie thought, but she just doesn't see it. She must still think passing notes through friends is the appropriate way to start a relationship. The practice run didn't go so well. Julie crushed her. Not even blue shells could save Ellie. Both girls finished their cans and grabbed another. Now the real race would begin. The first few tracks didn't go better than the practice run, and moreover, Ellie was already noticing a twinge in her bladder. Her sister was already grabbing her third soda can, however. Ellie was about to chug down her second just to keep up, before she realized the ridiculousness of the situation. She was too old to make drinking soda into a contest just so she could keep up with her sister in something. No, it had to be Mario Kart. Sitting on her own bed, Ellie was acutely aware of the protection underneath her. It wasn't like it saw much use. One time in the last month it had been slightly damp. Now, though, she was squirming, trying to minimize the movements so as not to alert her sister to her predicament. Julie appeared completely comfortable with three cans of coke down already. Ellie was always Mario, and Julie was always Luigi. This gave Ellie an idea. "Let's switch characters," she said. She was convinced psychology and not thumb-twiddling skill was the key to defeating her sister. "But I like Luigi," said Julie, pleading with her doe eyes. "Come on, sis, you've beaten me fifteen times already. At least give me a chance here. Pretty please?" Ellie said, detesting the squee turn of voice she had to adopt. Julie shrugged. "But only if you let me have the last can of coke, ok?" Julie was bouncing up and down, eyeing the precious soft drink. Ellie sighed inwardly. There was no room in her for more soda anyway. She had drawn up her blanket to hide her telltale motions, the occasional scissoring of legs. She was getting desperate. Curse my small bladder, she thought. She could just go to the bathroom, but then Julie might change her mind. Maybe she'd even give up on the game and go talk to some cute guy on Skype. There were many things she disliked about her sister, but loath as she was to admit it, Julie was also her best friend, and their Sunday evening competitions were Ellie's favorite part of the week. The girls had shared a bedroom since they were little, even though there was a spare room in the house available. Julie was always telling their mother how much she enjoyed this arrangement, not mentioning the bed-to-bed teenage whispering that went on past bedtime, and Ellie was convinced she went along with it for Julie's sake, but maybe that wasn't strictly true. Maybe having her own room would be lonely. Ellie was now Luigi, and Julie was Mario. Every few seconds, shivers went down Ellie's spine. Her attention was divided equally between the game and her bladder. Between rounds she was secretly squeezing herself down there, under the blanket. But something miraculous was happening. The first round as Luigi, Julie beat her at the finish line. The second round, Ellie got a head start and kept on going. She was winning! Maybe it was the switching of characters. Julie's play as Mario was sloppy, fidgeting with the controller in her lap. Or maybe having to pee made Ellie play better. She was now nearing emergency status, but for the first time in ages, she was on a winning streak against her sister in anything. She had to keep it going! Just then, their mother called them downstairs for dinner. Curses! Still, she had beaten her sister and she could beat her again. "I guess you win," said Julie, looking a little sad. She truly was a child in a woman's body. She had the curves, the hair, the smile, the butt, the long legs, but she also had the demeanor of a puppy dog. Julie took a childish delight in beating her sister, but when she lost, she was crushed. Dejected, Julie trudged downstairs still in her pajamas. Ellie made a beeline for the bathroom, but her mother was apparently in there. She had no choice but to sit down with a full bladder at the table, where a lasagna dinner was already laid out. * * * Being the single mother of two teenage daughters wasn't easy, but Ann made it work. She was just that kind of person, she made things work. Today she had made the girls' favorite dinner, but neither of them was eating or saying much. Elizabeth was tapping her foot and shoveling food around the plate, while Julie was staring absentmindedly not at but through her plate, as if there were something below only she could see. Perhaps it was boy troubles? Elizabeth was still a little young for that, maybe, but Julie was a beautiful girl and she must at least have some prospects. The mood was pressured. But Ann made things work. She would not have her daughters moping around if she could help it. "How was your day?" She asked. "Fine," said Elizabeth. "Fine," said Julie, not taking her eyes off the plate. Changing tactics, Ann started rattling off stories about the girls' great uncle Harold, farmer, amateur inventor and family eccentric. The time he managed to knock himself out stepping on a garden rake as if he were a character in a cartoon gained little response, but by the time she started to retell the familiar—highly exaggerated, not to mention dinner-inappropriate—story about the unfortunate spray pattern of his new fertilizer spreader, the girls' moods were brightening up. Both girls were smiling before she even got to the climax, and by the time old Harold had become literally shitfaced they were laughing out loud. Then there was a drip. Then a hiss. Then a hiss and a drip together. Then her foot was wet. Could it really be? Ann looked at Elizabeth, whose face was crimson. "Oh, Ellie," she said. She thought this stage was over—she had certainly never imagined it might intrude into daytime—but she must be understanding. She must not shame her daughter. The embarrassment was punishment enough. "Ellie, please stand up," she said. Elizabeth remained seated. "Elizabeth Ann Johnson, please stand up!" Ann was sterner now. Slowly, on shaky legs, Elizabeth got up from her chair and stepped away from the table, hands buried in her crotch. "Please remove your hands." Elizabeth reluctantly removed her hands, exposing her crotch. She was dry. * * * Ellie's mom appeared stunned. Finally, she managed to stutter a word: "Julie?" Moist eyes, red cheeks, Julie rose from the chair. Her pink pajama pants were accentuated by a dark stain in the crotch, and even as she stood there, a small rivulet of pee was snaking its way down her inner right leg and puddling on the floor. Ellie couldn't believe it. Her own desperation was nearing a limit, but she never had accidents in the day. Neither did Julie. In fact, Julie seemed never to have to go at all. On long road trips, at school, at the mall, just lounging around the house—Ellie knew her sister must go regularly, like anyone else, but she never expressed a need and it seemed like she was never in the bathroom if she wasn't also showering or brushing her teeth or doing her hair and makeup. Now there were tears down her face, pee down her legs and their mother was trying to get her to explain what happened. Julie was talking very fast. "We were playing games and I was winning and we had some cokes and I was going to go after dinner and then you told a story and then I laughed and it just and..." "When was the last time you went to the bathroom?" Her mother asked. Julie appeared to consider this for a second. "Last night before bed." "Jesus," her mother said. "Elizabeth, I'm so sorry. Would you please take your sister to the bathroom and help her clean up?" It took all her willpower to walk across the room without holding herself, but Ellie managed to reach her sister still dry, careful not to step in any puddles. Julie turned around to reveal her now see-through pajama pants wetly clinging between her butt cheeks. She was like a child, just taking Ellie's hand and following as if Ellie were her mother bringing her in for a diaper change. They left a trail of pee in their wake. As they crossed the threshold to the bathroom, a bladder cramp hit Ellie, and she had to let go of Julie's hand to hold herself. Then she reminded herself that she was the mature one, she was not the one who had just wet her pants like a little girl, and she would help her sister before she could allow herself to pee. Without locking the door, she began unceremoniously undressing Julie. They had slept in the same room since Ellie was two and used to go skinny dipping every summer. Besides, it didn't seem like nudity could add any further embarrassment to the situation. Ellie removed Julie's shirt, her bra, and her soaked pants. All the while, Julie just stood there like a doll. When she touched Julie's panties to slide them off, Julie tensed for a second, and a few droplets escaped into Ellie's palm. "Sorry for peeing on you," said Julie. Then she started laughing through her tears. "I guess you're the big sis now!" Now fully naked, she stepped into the shower, turned it on, and directed the stream at Ellie, who barely dodged it. "What are you, five? Pottypants!" Ellie said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at her sister. Then she remembered her own predicament, ripped off her pants and panties and sat down on the toilet. It was just in the nick of time, but she made it dry. Feeling the tremendous pleasure of relief, she wondered if this was what sex was like. After she was done peeing, Ellie went into their room to find clean clothes for her sister. Although they shared just about everything, the closet in Julie's corner of the room had always been off limits. There was no secret diary or stash of weed in there. It was simply a hurricane level mess, heaps of clothes everywhere, and Ellie supposed that's what her sister didn't want her to see. When she returned to the bathroom with fresh clothes, Julie was already toweled up, and their mother was sitting on the toilet lid. "We only have one mattress cover," her mom said. "I think it would be a good idea if you girls shared a bed tonight." Changes were ahead. (Author's note: I've written for large audiences before, but nothing of an erotic nature. Putting original writing up on an anonymous fetish board for the first time is still a little scary. Being a guy I have no special insight into female psychology, but since I'm into girls, I must attempt female characterization. Hope you enjoyed this.)
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  45. Hi! this is my first time writing something like this. I've posted some real sexual encounters online before, but never written kink fiction like this. This is a story I'm making up about a lesbian couple: A trans woman named Sarah, and her girlfriend, Kylie. This story is heavy on sexual content, non-sexual peeing, sexual peeing, and other kinks- but also, it's heavy on romance, character development and some background. These characters aren't real, but aspects of their personalities are inherited from myself and my partner in real life. These characters are not made-for-porn lesbians who exist to get you off (though I certainly hope to achieve that!) but hopefully will serve as believable, likable and relatable women. There's not enough trans-positive porn out there, and I figured the best way to change that is to write some myself. First, some information to get out of the way for the sake of clarity for CIS readers and for trans readers to get a vibe for the character and see if it's right for them and their own outlooks on their bodies and identities: Sarah is a trans woman. She has a penis, though a couple years of hormones have realistically altered its appearance and function. She refers to it by a large variety of words, including but not limited to: girlcock, cock, penis, dick, and clit. She refers to her ass as, well, her ass, but also as her pussy in some situations where Kylie tops her. I will never use degrading terms or slurs in these stories, or any of my stories for that matter. I do have some realistic experiences with my trans' characters' coming out stories and mentions of being deadnamed, but nobody is going to treat these characters poorly. It's porn, you're here to cum, not think about heavy shit. Sex between these characters takes on a variety of forms, and one of them is PIV penetrative sex. Now, CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS: Sarah is a strong girl, a little bit physically as she spends time working on her project cars, but also emotionally and intellectually. She has a thirst to teach herself things and to share her passions with anyone who will listen, but especially her girlfriend. She's 5'10, has shoulder-length hair that's naturally dark brown but that she dyes regularly, usually blonde or black. Her eyes are a greyblue, and her skin a milky white. She's been on HRT for two years, and she's a lesbian- but without a genital preference. She dresses goth in style when she's trying, and works as a freelance media producer. She has C-cup breasts, thick thighs and a strong core- even if she's got some extra meat on her butt and tummy. She's a hot head, but sensitive. In bed, she's a slutty little switch- much like her partner. Her kinks include various forms of omo, pee play and watersports- including diaper usage- but you'll have to stick around to learn more about her and her sex life. Kylie is equally strong, but in her own ways. Where Sarah has a short fuse and shorter patience, Kylie prefers to let cooler head prevail. She's a professional music producer and is in a successful electronic music project which she runs from the girls' home studio. She's bisexual, but prefers women, albeit with no genital preference. Her skin isn't quite as pale as Sarah's, but still pretty damn pale. Where Sarah prefers to step out in leather pants with straps, designer boots, dark eyeliner and black lipstick, Kylie takes on a more street punk aesthetic- ripped jeans, Converse, and plaid. Lots of plaid. She stands about 5'8, 36D breasts and a round little booty, thighs not quite as thick as her girlfriend's but certainly more toned, from her years playing volleyball in high school. She shares a lot of kinks with Sarah, but grew up a bit more sexually repressed, and thus has trouble expressing her sexuality as freely- something that Sarah brings out of her easily. She's got pixie-cut black hair and deep blue eyes, and industrial piercings in her ears. She can look a bit tough- albeit sexy- but under the skin, she's compassionate, for animals, for her friends, and most of all, for her partner. I hope you enjoy! Part 1. Setting Off (Tags: Pee, pee drinking, oral sex, holding, cuddling) Kylie caught herself smiling like an idiot as she watched Sarah talk to her parents about work. She loved to talk about her passions, perhaps a little too much, and Kylie couldn’t help but notice the soft, adorable glow of Sarah’s cheeks as she gushed about her latest project, a marketing package for a rather large car dealership. No matter what it was, Sarah had a lot to say about it- in part due to her inexplicable desire and capacity to learn everything there was about something she encountered. Kylie had spent many nights in their shared home office, cuddled up in Sarah’s lap as she gushed on and on about work or video games or her latest passion project, haphazardly balancing her laptop on one knee as she pulled up picture after picture that would usually do little to further Kylie’s understanding of the nuances of the Wankel engine, or whatever else had been holding Sarah’s brain captive lately. Not that Kylie could complain- she loved hearing Sarah talk, especially when she tried to explain things to her- she liked a brainy girl. Sarah had been talking faster than she’d been eating, and her mother politely reminded her to eat the steak her father had grilled for everyone before it got cold. Sarah seemed surprised to see that everyone besides her had almost finished their entree. She shut up and followed suit, but not before meeting Kylie’s gaze and returning her own teasing eyebrow wiggle as the realization that she’d been caught ‘mirin warmed Kylie’s cheeks. She looked down and feigned thirst, drinking perhaps too fast from her glass of iced tea. “So, when are y’all finally getting married?” Sarah’s mom interjected, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the question. Both girls choked on their respective bites of steak for a second, before regaining composure and meeting the question with a smile. “When you and dad scrape together the cash to pay for the reception. We’re fine waiting.” “Us? Honey, you two make more than enough to support yourself without even breaking a sweat.” She wasn’t wrong. Kylie was a musician, the ringleader of an electronic music project that made enough from merch and record sales to afford Kylie a quite comfy life by herself- Sarah’s advertising and videography expertise and odd assortment of bits, bobs and jobs only added to the girls’ cashflow. “You’re right, but consider we aren’t ready for that step yet!” Sarah said before taking her own swig of the iced tea. Despite the girls’ relationship going almost three years strong, marriage had been a rare topic. The girls supposed they were just too busy living their life to think about taking the next big step- actually, the thought of another big event where she had to interact with crowds of people and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves made her head spin- it reminded her of volunteering during college. The steak lunch was the cap to the final day of a week long trip to visit Sarah’s parents in southern Oregon. Sarah’s parents were rather traditional, and while they had done their best to be accepting of her transition and lesbian relationship, cracks showed when spending any real amount of time around the older couple- from probing questions about the girls’ sex life to Sarah’s father accidentally calling her by her deadname. Sarah loved her parents dearly, but she was ready to get back to Palm Desert. As everyone sat around the table on the back porch, sipping final glasses of tea and tidying clean-licked plates, Sarah shot a loot at Kylie that indicated it was time to start wrapping up the trip. The girls helped clean the dishes, then excused themselves to Sarah’s childhood bedroom to take a nap before setting off homebound. The girls planned to drive straight through the night, to dodge some traffic and heat. The two squeezed into the rather small attached bathroom to get ready for bed. “You sure you’re good to drive all night? I don’t mind taking a shift,” Kylie said as she squeezed a dot of toothpaste onto her brush from the little travel-sized tube the girls picked up at Target the night before their trip, struggling to get an adequate amount out of the very end of the spent tube. “Yes, hon, I’m sure,” Sarah said in her self-assured voice that found her most times she was questioned. “Besides, you can't drive stick. The last thing we need is to end up stranded in NorCal with a toasted clutch. Hey, leave some for me,” she interjected as she noticed Kylie using the very last of the toothpaste. “It’s fine, just borrow some from your ‘rents.” Kylie mumbled through a mouth of toothpaste. “Eh, I’ll do it when we get up,” Sarah said, stretching and yawning before wrapping her arms around Kylie from behind. She had only just placed a gentle kiss on Kylie’s neck and given her a squeeze around the waist before the pressure of Kylie’s hips against her abdomen reminded her how full of pee she was. Kylie turned to kiss her, but only got a quick peck before Sarah whispered “hold that thought” and retreated to the toilet in the corner of the room. As much as she loved to hold, she didn’t quite fancy having an accident that would have to be left for her mother to clean up- so Sarah would act her age and use the toilet. She unbuttoned her black denim shorts and slid them down in one stride along with her cotton boyshort panties- letting free her girlcock and giving Kylie an excellent full frontal view as she proceeded to pull off her top and sports bra as well, letting her natural-grown C-cup breasts jiggle as they fell from their fabric prison. Kylie licked her lips and raised an eyebrow- a shiver of desire running down her spine. “Easy, tiger, I’m just getting comfy for our nap. Save the fun for when we get back,” Sarah whispered perhaps a little sexier than was necessary as she sat down on the toilet and let go, fully aware that she had an audience who couldn’t get enough of it. Hm, perhaps she was spreading her legs a little more than normal- and Kylie got a clear view of her stream as she liberated the embarrassingly high number of iced teas she’d drank over the course of the morning and early afternoon from her bladder, her pee a little darker than her usual clear. Her flow was steady and made a very satisfying noise as it streamed into the water in the toilet, almost as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all go. Sarah’s stream remained steady and strong for nearly a minute before starting to taper off, and when it stopped, she stood, pulled up her panties and kicked the shorts across the room where the girls’ dirty laundry bag waited. A little dark splotch formed in the front of her grey cotton panties as some extraneous drops found their way out of her. She reached to flush, but Kylie called for her to wait. “No sense wasting water when I have to go anyway,” she said with a now extremely seductive undertone to her voice. Sarah felt her cock twitch a little, and let go of the handle. “By all means,” and she sat on the floor in front of the toilet. Kylie pulled her jeans and panties completely off, and then sat on the toilet, legs even more spread than Sarah’s. “Come here!” she commanded, and Sarah shifted off her butt and onto her knees, leaning forward and kissing her inner thighs, sending a shiver through Kylie that ripped away whatever desire she had to make Sarah wait. With her pussy inches from Sarah’s face, she let go. The trickle burbled forward just a little bit, splashing against Sarah’s cheek a little before slowing and starting to just fall into the toilet, the clearer liquid of the better hydrated girl mixing with her partner’s in the bowl below. Sarah’s damp cheek pressed against Kylie’s left thigh as she turned her mouth to face the sitting girl’s crotch, and stuck out her tongue, catching small amounts of her pee in her mouth with each pass at her clit. Sarah felt herself getting more and more turned on, the hot and slightly salty taste of her girlfriend’s pee fresh in her mouth even after each small swallow, and her girlcock starting to swell in her panties. Both girls were rather surprised by the bold, sexy act- they had drank each others’ piss before, but it wasn’t a very common type of play- they really had to be in the mood. Now, not only was Sarah giving head while drinking from the tap, she was doing it in her childhood bathroom- the same room she spent six years getting ready for middle and high school in days past. Each prod at Kylie’s clit was met with a little bit of a spasm, and as a consequence, Sarah’s face, hair and breasts were now various degrees of damp. As her stream started to slow, Kylie felt Sarah go for one final suck on her clit- something that elicited a sharp ah from Kylie as she accidentally pushed a hot stream of pee especially hard out of her, filling Sarah’s mouth as she let go of the now empty girl’s clit and sending clear pee dribbling out of her very surprised girlfriend’s mouth. The two set to cleaning the bathroom, packing their toiletries and eventually settled into the double bed for what would be the last time on this trip, somewhere around 3PM. Freshly showered and bare naked, the two snuggled close, Sarah’s legs interlocked with Kylie’s and with the soft trans girl’s head tucked inside the curve of her lover’s neck, sound asleep. The two were woken from their peaceful nap around 8, just before sun would set over Medford, Oregon, by the harsh tone of Sarah’s phone alarm clock. At the protest of her girlfriend, she rollled over, dismisses the alarm and slid her glasss back onto her face. “Morning sweet pea,” she said to Kylie, before turning to see her still face down in the pillow, just the corner of a smile and a shut eyelid visible of her beautiful face. “You wanna sleep in while I get the car ready, sleepyhead?” “I love to sleepzzzzz,” Kylie mumbled into the pillow. Sarah planted a gentle kiss on top of her head before rising and starting to dress. She had laid out an outfit before packing her bag back up- a pair of fleecy black leggings, an oversized blue t-shirt and some comfy cotton boyshorts she’d gotten from PINK. She’d forgone a bra for this journey- normally, it helped her feel very secure and feminine, something tracing its roots back to the earliest days of her transition, before the hormones when she just wore sports bras either flat or stuffed with fluffy socks. It had been a good way to feel femme, but one couldn’t exactly call the sensation comfortable on a long drive- especially with the newfound sensitivity that her hormones afforded to her and her cute, C-cup titties. Trying to move as quietly as she could, Sarah carried their bags to the living room where her dad helped her pack them into the small cargo area of the car they’d driven to Medford- Sarah’s latest project, a ‘97 Nissan 300ZX she had restored in a couple months of weekends. Once the bags had been loaded, Sarah set about checking the oil and drove it up the street to fill it with gas before returning to her parents’ house to wake up Kylie. When she got back, she was surprised to see through the window that Kylie was up and dressed, talking to Sarah’s mom in the kitchen. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and just before Sarah dropped the gleaming white Z into reverse, her mom came running out the front door with a plastic grocery bag in one arm and the other waving frantically, as if she was stopping Sarah from pulling into oncoming traffic. “I almost forgot, I got y’all some sustenance for the ride home. 11 hours isn’t anything to sneeze at. Take breaks, drive safe, love you!” She shouted, dropping the bag into Sarah’s lap and retreating into the house, blowing kisses as she went. Sarah handed the bag off to Kylie, who took inventory while Sarah piloted the Z towards the southbound ramp, shifting through the sports car’s five gears the way she had a million times before but still managing to elicit a lip bite from her girlfriend every time. The futchy, switchy girl in the passenger seat found something incredibly hot about her femme, glam-gothic girlfriend driving a stick shift. “Two Red Bulls, two big ass waters and- aw! Candy! How’d she know I like almond Hershey’s?” Kylie gasped as she dug through the plastic bag. “Come on sweetheart, you really think we don’t talk about you? There isn’t much my mom doesn’t know about you- all of it good, of course,” the goth girl in the driver’s seat teased, winking slyly. She had gotten a lot closer with her mother since coming out as a transgender woman two years before, just before she started her first hormone treatment. Her mom’s occasional social cluelessness aside, she had been a wonderfully supportive mother through everything- even taking Sarah out shopping the next night and buying her a cute dress to wear on her first anniversary date with Kylie- and helped size her daughter for some sexy lingerie for when she and her girlfriend found their way home, tipsy off restaurant-portioned wine and Italian food. All things considered, she felt incredibly lucky to have her mom in her life. “And you think we don’t talk about you,” Kylie said, hiding her blush by pretending to struggle to pop the top on an orange Red Bull and sticking it in the cup holder closest to Sarah. “Who do you think told her about your unhealthy caffeine hobby?” Blushing in turn, Sarah put the car in fifth as they reached cruising velocity and took a swig from the energy drink, effortlessly piloting the car toward Palm Desert. ~~Four Hours Later~~ Midnight had struck, and the girls were feeling wide awake, buzzed off the caffeine as the Nissan carried them towards home, reflectors shining on the pavement as it stretched off into the distance. A playlist blending punk, metal, industrial, dance and techno boomed from the aftermarket speakers- a special road trip list the girls had concocted together before setting off for Oregon the week before, containing their favorite earworms. Sarah had been enjoying the ride, occasionally glancing down at the temperature and oil pressure gauges to make sure her hand-built baby was weathering the miles okay. She had started to feel a bit of pressure in her bladder, but one, that excited her, and two, there wasn’t another rest stop for the better part of an hour. She would be fine, even if her squirms and occasional grasp at her crotch told a different story. A story that Kylie could read with ease. She looked up from her phone, and sprouted a devilish grin as she watched Sarah squirm, her lip bite telegraphing more than she would have liked about both how soon she’d need to pee and how turned on that made her. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” Kylie asked, in her patronizing voice reserved specifically for when she knew her girlfriend needed the toilet. She had a bit of pressure herself, but she knew that energy drinks went through Sarah like nothing, and the orange can had been sitting empty in the cup holder for hours. Unsurprisingly, she hadn’t yet dared to open her water. “I’m fine!” Sarah hissed, a bratty scowl crossing her face before being replaced by one of overwhelming sensation as her girlfriend reached across the center console and teased her slightly bulging crotch with her slender fingers, pressing on the head of her girlcock and then on her bladder. “You sureeee?” “Yes, and I can prove it! Gimme that water!” “Sarah, you don’t have to prove it. We can stop and pee if you like. I know you just finished this car, you probably don’t wanna mess up the seats.” “They’re leather, it’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll last longer than you.” “Is that a challenge?” Kylie barely whispered into her partner’s ear while tightening her grip on the tip of her partner’s clit. Struggling to maintain composure, Sarah affirmed that it was, and took the bottle of water, taking a swig. Kylie mulled over her proposal for a second, then laid it on her: “if you pee first, you’ve gotta dom me when we get back. I can tell from your face you wanna be a subby little slut when we get home. But if you can’t hold your pee like a good girl, maybe you shouldn’t be fucked like one either.” Sarah tightened her muscles, coincidentally causing her cock to throb a little in Kylie’s hand. “You’re on. Drink your water.”
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  46. (Since all of these options are viable, I’ll do all of them. In large encounters like this, we can have the luxury of it. Sometime I will slightly change what is done in these to make sense, or do the slightly smarter option, given I know all the details of attacks and damage and such. Also maraca is now a cabasa, cause a cabasa is more easily used to make water-like noises. Also I will clearly say if Quilia was breathing hard. She thought that if she knew that this would happen, she might’ve picked a different class. She still thought of some tricks she could do though. Firstly though, she thought that if she was going to try something, she should drink the health potion first. A lucky hit from Rubra could probably put her down if she didn’t. She quickly uncorked it and gulped down the liquid. Immediately she could feel herself getting back her stamina, but also immediately felt the strain on her bladder getting more intense. With no time to hold herself either, she could feel that the next wave of desperation would be even more difficult to hold back. Next, she figured she try to get one more good hit in before enacting her master plan. She dropped the bottle on the ground and let out a satisfied “aaaaahhh”. Quilia could immediately hear Rubra moving over, and as she turned the corner, Quilia took her shortsword in both hands and attacked. Her attack however landed quite unluckily, bouncing off of the only armored parts of Rubra. Rubra however was too surprised to bring her axe around, but kicked her taloned feet at Quilia, and being in a bad position, she took the hit. Quilia began dodging again, this time trying to bait out Rubra’s axe hitting a pillar, and soon enough, it happened again. Quilia then began her master plan: she quickly ran behind a pillar, and used her ethereal instrument to create a very strange instrument she remembered. This instrument was a hydraulophone: an instrument that uses flowing water to create sound. This was to attempt to make Rubra more desperate, knowing the more embarrassed she got, the more likely she was to pee. This tactic was also dangerous to Quilia too however. As she spawned the instrument and began a short tune-- but not one loud enough to overpower the water, she used ethereal instrument again and summoned a cabasa, and began making soft wave-like sounds. Turning around the pillar, she turned to face Rubra, and began to strut around, showing off her bits and pieces to try and bring it home. “It’s a shame that the dungeon were in is doing this to us eh Rubra? Don’t you wish you could just… let it all out without consequence?” Quilia said, beginning to trace and lightly rub the inside of her crotch, knowing Rubra would get shy, and indeed she was. Rubra, hearing the soft sounds of water and waves, immediately stopped her charge. She closed her eyes and bent her knees inward. Quilia could see them quivering intensely. She heard a gasp from Rubra, and looking at her plate armor bikini bottom, she saw some liquid begin to spill out from the sides of the solid metal bottom and spill down Rubra’s thighs, beginning to create a small puddle right at her feet. As this happened, Quilia felt empowered by something. It seems the effects of this dungeon may work both ways! Quilia immediately used the cabasa to form a whip like effect of sonic energy and used it to strike at Rubra, hitting her with a devastating strong hit to the chest. Quilia saw the spray between Rubra’s legs become more forceful for a second, causing drops of pee to spray in every direction from Rubra’s groin. Seeing all of this, a terrible wave of desperation crashed into Quilia, and looking down she found herself spurting onto the ground beneath her. She couldn’t let her guard down, though she let out a couple of spurts, each one sending tremors down her legs, before she could regain control. Thankfully for her though, this seemed to send Rubra even further into her loss of control as she continued to pee herself, at this point having dropped the axe, and jammed her hands into her crotch, her face as red as her scales, a sizable puddle beginning to form now. Quilia could feel herself on the precipice of doing the same. Unfortunately her lapse in concentration cause her to lose both of her instruments, Quilia took up her sword one last time and charged, feeling Rubra’s continued peeing giver her strength. As Quilia charged, Rubra was finally able to stem the flow, as she opened her eyes and looked up however she found herself on the wrong end of Quilia’s sword, and though Quilia was not very strong, the earlier sonic attack had hurt Rubra vastly, and this final blow finished it. Rubra, all strength lost, fell to her knees into the puddle beneath her, and began to add to it once more, but more slowly. Quilia turned away, both to give Rubra some slight privacy and to avoid risking herself the same fate. After about twenty seconds, Quilia heard Rubra standing up. Turning to her, she could see Rubra red as can be, still dripping, and trying to put on a smile “ha-HAAAA! Dear adventurer! It appears that I-- Rubra-- Have lost this trial by combat! It was an excellent fight!” Rubra said, seemingly trying to ignore the sizable puddle beneath her. “Now, for beating me in this trial, you shall receive your just reward!” Rubra said, placing her hand forward. Before Quilia a large screen appeared. It said LEVEL UP! +1 to INT and CHA, 2 HP Gained and +1 to any stat of your choice! New skills gained! CHOOSE 2: (All rewards are able to be received later, at some cost. No option will be lost forever) PICK ANOTHER ARTICLE OF CLOTHING GAIN RUBRAS AXE ( A strong melee weapon, able to channel the fire of a dragon, can be altered to fit one’s class) ADDITIONAL +2 STAT POINTS UPGRADE A CURRENT PIECE OF CLOTHING, FURTHERING IT’S ABILITIES THIGHHIGHS-> CAT THIGH HIGHS (increases acrobatic ability if done stylishly) THIGHHIGHS-> CHAINMAIL THIGH HIGHS (Increases defense while stylish) GAIN SUMMON:RUBRA (can summon Rubra to help, at a high MP cost per turn) CHOICES FOR RELEASE: Now that Quilia has succeeded, she must deal with the bladder issue. At the end of every “chapter” i’ll give this option to finish up the chapter with a climax fitting for this website.I present some choices as to how this can be done. No actions will have any mechanical detriment, only emotional at worst. Surprise Accident: Quilia as she finishes up with the reward selection, without noticing for the first few seconds, she loses control in front of Rubra. Sympathetic Accident: Quilia purposefully releases as a kindness to her enemy. Still vastly embarrassing for her, however. Sweet Relief: Quilia continues to the next room, finding a receptacle from which to relieve herself. Bittersweet Relief: Quilia continues to the next room, though she doesn’t find any receptacle, it is private and safe. She takes this opportunity. Continue Holding: There has to be a better place for this, right? Fill In: Tell me how it can be done. Will restrict to character traits that make sense. ITEM CHANGES FROM INITIAL POST: And once again, either post here or PM me any thoughts on writing and whatnot, I'm always eager to improve.
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  47. Note: If there’s not a consensus on some things like these, or at least a plurality, I will random chance it Our character: Name: Quilia Breast size: Small, close to flat. Body type: Fit Height: Short Hair: Short blue Personality: Naughty, Adventurous, Shy (Since naughty/adventurous and shy are a bit counter to each other, I’ll say that she’s generally a bit naughty, but shy when it comes to pee, feeling shame or embarrassment if leaking, or sort of half naughty half shy. Sometimes naughty sometimes not. We’ll see how it goes.) Additional traits: A bit pee shy Quilia, our heroine looked over her body. Frowning a bit at noticing that nothing really changed, unfortunate for her chest, but fortunate for the rest of her. Her toned and fit body would work well in some otherworldly dungeon. Quilia flexed her arms a bit, did some lunges, ran her hand through her hair feeling everything in order. Thinking a bit, she selected bard, remembering her general interest in musical instruments, and thinking that being charming may be fun. Nothing about her appearance seemed to change, but she did think that maybe her hips got a bit shapelier. Looking at the ethereal screen again, she noticed an ability: BARD LEVEL 1: ETHEREAL INSTRUMENT: Summon an ethereal instrument. Can perform sonic attacks, play to charm, or use as a bit of an ineffective melee weapon. Quilia was getting excited. She had always read and dreamed of some sort of great adventure, thinking back to many games like Kirby that she’s played. While this wasn’t necessarily the most orthodox of adventures, it was calling for a great adventure. Looking over herself again, she noticed she was feeling a bit excited in more ways than one, her crotch feeling a bit hot. Moving over to the chest and opening it up, Quilia was disappointed but the slightest bit pleased that she could only pick one piece clothing, some of which didn’t even cover anything. After selecting thighhighs, she slipped them on, feeling more stylish and liking how they accentuated her thighs. If she were wearing a skirt, she would definitely be A-rank. Despite only wearing socks, she didn’t find herself losing any grip. Hooray magic? Quilia began to move up the stairs, seeing a large amount to climb. Sighing, she began to move up. After moving up about 20 stairs, she remembered something that everything else had distracted her from: her bladder. She hadn’t peed before being killed and being transported to a new world, and while just about everything else hadn’t transferred over, apparently her pee had. Quilia rubbed her legs together a little bit and held her crotch. She was excited about the adventure, but now that she remembered that this was, in fact, the dungeon of desperation. Her excitement about this adventure and other things calmed a bit. She would just have to get to the next checkpoint without any accidents, hopefully. Overcoming this little bit of desperation, Quilia continued up the stairs. After a bit of a ridiculous amount of stairs, Quilia came upon a room. Looking in, she noticed a small kobold sitting on a stone in the center of the room, facing towards another staircase up. The staircase itself had a glowing barrier seeming to block it. Around the room were some tables and chairs, the room being lit by a candle chandelier a bit closer to the entrance. What will Quilia do? GENERIC ACTIONS: Summon a guitar and bash it over the head (STR) Sneak up and strangle/beat it. (DEX) Begin playing something and try to charm the kobold (CHA) Use a sonic attack to hurt the goblin (INT) OR Say what stat you use and a more creative way of using it for bonuses. (You don’t have to go incredibly in depth, just give me something. Remember stylish bonuses)
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  48. What's the saying? imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? Yours ignited the flame of creativity within me, and now i'll have two I can enjoy, one playing one writing. That and i'll keep mine a healthy difference from yours. Two is better than one!
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  49. Forum Mom stepping in here: So I haven't read all the above comments, but I have had water used to fill my bladder in a medical test known as urodynamics. They insert a catheter (not fun), and then foll your bladder, asking you to identify when you feel full, or the urge to pee right now, etc. It's very embarrassing because at least two people are in the room with you, filling your bladder with water, and if you are doing these tests, you inevitably have some issue with your bladder, which means that you are going to leak in front of these people when they fill it up too much. There are other elements to the test, one which include sensors in your bladder and rectum to test how everything is working, and you walk about with them in there, and practice sneezing and coughing and jumping, etc. Watch videos on Youtube to learn more, as I've not shared my experiences with this test here yet. But I will say this, when this was done to me (twice), they doctors used sterile saline solution. This is very important! Otherwise you risk getting a UTI. Your bladder is sterile (usually) as is your pee, but your urethra is not. So when you force water into your bladder in this bladder enema method, you risk pushing all the bacteria in your urethra into your bladder. I'm not going to say you should not do this, you are all adults and capable of making decisions on your own. But if you are going to get into this kind of medical play, do your research, and get the tools. Don't use a shower head or tap water. Use a sterile catheter and pippet. Go through proper medical procedures and be safe. Risk Aware Kink friends. I know I'm piling on and lots of comments have been made already, but please be safe people. UTIs suck.
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  50. Here's a sighting from last winter: A desperate girl at her outdoor sales stand: In march this year the world cup in biatlon was arranged in my city. Any skiing sports is very big here, and an event like this always generates a lot of events in the city. The wworld cup itself was arranged just outside the city. ut in the city centre there was a world cup area with huge public screens broadcasting the world cup, an outdoor market place, a skating area among other things. After having a coffee with a friend a saturday afternoon i dropped by the world cup area. I was going to meet one of my other friends over there. In one of the sales stands at the market place i noticed a girl in her twenties. She was working in one of the stands selling flags, viking stuff and different artifacts aimed at the supporters going to the skiing arena. I noticed immedeately that she needed to pee. She was stepping from foot to foot as i slowly passed by in the crowd. She was moving randomly around and behaving quite restless. Next to her sales stand was a walkway and a less crowded open space, so i decided to stay there as i waited for my friend. We were planning to grab something to eat and watch the medal ceremony. During the wait the girl gave me a very good desperation show lasting for around half an hour, as my friend was a little late due to the traffic from the triatlon arena. The girl was stepping from foot to foot constantly. She did her pee-pee dance a little slow in the beginning, toning down her desperation moves a bit. But she was stepping constantly from foor to foot. And every now and then she did a random walk a few meters, changing her position in front of her stand. Her body language looked very stiff and strained. The periods when she didn't step around that much she was still changing her position frequently. She was shifting her weight around, flexing her knees and and looking rather restless. She could not stand still for many seconds at the time. She just had to move around all the time. I hung around at the small "square" next to her, still waiting. I was looking at different items at the sales stand nearby. But i could not resist keeping half an eye on the desperate girl. Every now and then people came up to her. Some people were buying, others were only looking. I noticed that when she was chatting with people she tended to pee-pee dance less. Instead, she crossed her legs tight and squirmed around on the spot as she were chatting. She was twisting and rotating her body around a lot. Evety now and then she uncrossed her legs, just to cross them again moments later. And as soon as she became "idle" again she started pee-pee dancing. She looked a quite uncomfortable with the situation. She was biting her lip, fiddleing with her hair and holding her arms crossed for periods. Always moving around, or stepping on the spot, when she could. She looked like was in the beginning of her tenties. Around 1.70 tall, and with brown hair. Normal body. And not used to holding her pee for long periods, it seemed like. During my wait she seemed to become more desperate to pee. Her pee-pee moves became more obvious. She started stepping more intensely from foot to foot, taking random walks more frequently and looking more restless. At one point, as she was talking to a customer she suddenly uncrossed her legs and started steppping frantically from foot to foot for some time. Then she bounched up and down several times by flexing her knees. The semi-cold, moist weather didn't make things any better for her either, i guess. After the customer had left she crossed her legs very tight. She literally squeezed them together. She stood there, twisting and rotating her body around. She stayed inside her tent for a while, squirming constaltly on the spot. She had gotten a rather concerned look in her face. She looked ratheer puzzled, until she picked up her phone and made a call. No answer. Soin she started pee-pee dancing again. More intense than before. It was more obvious now, that she was in an emergency. Every now and then, when she had a client, she was changing between squriming with her legs tightly crossed and pee-pee dancing by stepping on the spot. She simply could not stand still anymore. Soon she squatted down inside her tent, just after a customer had left. She bumped up and down in the squat position for a a minute or two. After this she seemed to do better. But only for some minutes, though. Because soon her desperation had reached back to the same level. It didn't take many minutes before she once again was stepping from foot to foot and taking random walks back and fotrh like before. And every now and then she seemed to tie her muscles for a few seconds. Sometimes she lifted her shoulders, and sometimes she just tied her muscles and squeezed her legs tight together, shaking a bit. She was experiencing pee urges, i think. Soon she tried making a phone call again, with no success. It seemed to make her more stressed. Her pee-pee dancing suddenly became more intense, and she could not stand still for a second anymore. She just had to move around constantly. I had sat down with a coffee to warm me up on one of the benches nearby, while i was waiting for my friend. I was discretely observing the desperate girl, avoiding looking directly at her. Just keeping her withing my view. At one point she went inside her tent, instead of standing in front of her stand. She crossed her legs tight. She was standing like this, squirming and twisting her body for some minutes. Checking her phone frequently. She looked quite troubled. Soon she put a hand in-between her thighs, which she held tightly crossed. Now it was very obvious that she was about to pee herself. She stood like this for some minutes, trying another phone call. Still no success. She must have been calling someone who could relieve her for a bathroom break. The lack of response disturbed her, apparently. And made her bladder kick her. Because shortly aafter the attempted phone call she uncrossed her legs. And crossed them the opposite way immedeately. Just a second later she repeated it. She stood like this for several minutes, crossing, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs constantly. It was easy to see that this girl was dying for a pee. Her urge to pee had certainly escaled to a higher level. She could not stand still at all. After some time her pee-pee dancing calmed down for maybe half a minute, before she started pee-pee dancing again. Now she was stepping from foot to foot, stepping around on the spot and walking back and forth at her sales stand. She now looked so desperate that i seriously thought she was going to have an accident soon, if she didn't get a relief. It was written all over her face that she was in trouble. She tried to make another phone call. This time she finally got an answer. She chatted for a couple of minutes, still pee-pee dancing while she chatted. The next few minutes she was pee-pee dancing like before. She was obviously experiencing some strong pee urges. She was glancing around, like she was looking for someone. After maybe 5 minutes of intense pee-pee dance a man in his fourties, also wearing a world cup jacket approached her. They exchanged a few words and she rushed away. She was in a big hurry. Some time later she came back. With dry jeans. And now she was smiling, and seemed much more relaxed than before. The guy left. He had obviously come only to give her a quick break. The last minutes before she made the last phone call she looked so desperate, i'm sure shemust have been afraid she would end up peeing in her jeans. It took maybe 5-10 more minutes before my friend arrived. During those minutes the girl seemed much more relaxed. And she was able to stand still, too ;-)
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